Dagmar Stempf - Application

[Dagmar Stempf]

Character Name: Dagmar Stempf
Rank: What ever you think.
What Army Will You Serve Beneath? : Nazi/German Army
Nationality: German
Character History:

Born in 1922, in Berlin, Dagmar developed his passion for wanting to be a soldier when he was was young. Almost everyday after school he would go down to an old soldiers house who had lost his leg in World War 1. He would sit there for hours and just listen to all of his war story's. His name was Hans, him and Dagmar became good friends, as good a friends as a 11 years old and a 40 year old could be.

Dagmar's mother died when he 14 just after his Dad ran away. After this nobody knew what was going to happen to him. Hans was the man who took him care of him. Giving him a lot more care than his mum or dad had ever done. That is why whenever he talked about his dad he was not talking about his biological dad but Hans. He joined the army on his 18th birthday and as soon as war broke out in 1939 he was shipped away from Berlin and off to the western front.

Dagmar was never really motivated when fighting in his first few months on the front line. He had never really believed in Hitlers government policies. Because he was fighting a war he didn't believe in, Dagmar never really made an effort and was always trying to avoid combat if he could. Although when he was in battle he was as fierce as any soldier. It was on his first trip back to back to Berlin that he really got a reason to fight. He got back to Berlin, to his home, to find that it was no longer there. Hans had been killed in one of the first bombing on Berlin. He returned to the front line immediately after the funeral. He had nothing left in Berlin, no friends, no family, his only mates were in the army. The only life he had left was the army. But he was not fighting for Hitler, or the glory of Germany. For him, this was a war of revenge.

Writing Sample:

The crisp leaves on the ground under Dagmar's feet crunched every time he took a step. Even though it was only a soft crunch, to Dagmar it was almost like the noise was projecting itself all around him in the vast empty darkness. He was terrified, and on top of that he kept getting the feeling he was being watched or followed. He thoughts keep drawing back to the pillbox he had just been defending. As he carried on walking he was starting to feel more and more uneasy. In the distance he could hear the drone of planes and the splatter of flak being shot fired up at them. As John topped a small hill his heart stopped. Looking out he could see the factory half of his devision was assigned to protect and the town off in the distance where the other half were. But that was not the scary bit, the scary bit was the hundreds of planes flying over head, blocking almost the whole night sky with thousands of parachutist jumping out and falling to the ground below.

He decided to stay on top of the hill for a bit and just look at the massive quantity of men and machinery in the air off in the distance. He kept thinking about the nightmare of the flak position he had been defending. Out in a clearing in the middle of the woods in a small clearing. First thing they had heard was radio in there tent "chhhhhhh...flak outpost 4, flak outpost 4, this is the factory." We all jumped out of our beds and rushed over to the radio. "Factory, this is flak outpost 4, send over. All we got back was "battle stations, repeat, battle stations, repeat, battle stations."

As John sat there on top of his hill, the sun slowly rising and the canvas of planes slowly thinned. He was starting to shiver. The morning was bitter and John was not enjoying just sitting there on this rock, but he didn't want to go back to the factory in case it had fallen into allied hands. He started thinking about the flak outpost again. After receiving there very to-the-point radio message they had all rushed out of bed, grabbed there gun and ran out side to the position they were defending. It consisted of the tent they had just ran out of, the flak cannon and 10 meters in front of that a small concrete pillbox. After about 30 minutes of waiting, they heard it in the distance. Getting louder and louder like a massive beast slowly rising up from the distance and getting closer and closer, the drone of planes, and after about another 2 minutes the flak Cannon about 20 meters behind them kicked up and started firing continuous bursts of hot lead into the sky.

It had been terrifying just waiting there in the vast empty darkness, he felt sweat falling down his back. He could not so much feel butterfly's in his stomach but eagles, and they weren't just fluttering about down there, they were speeding round like there was no tomorrow. Then a thought hit him like a solid wall,for Dagmar himself might not be here tomorrow. They were aiming the MG42 at the edge of the woods but they could not see anything apart from the bright bursts from the flak 88 lighting up the sky every couple of seconds. And every time it did, they saw the canvas of planes that covered the dark night sky. Dagmar new that it was only a matter if time before some allied scum paratrooper made there way to there flak position, and try and shut it down. When they did Dagmar, and his 20 or so men, would be ready.

It was still dark, with no sign of the sun coming up anytime soon, when it happened. "Hey Dagmar" said Julian, the man next to Dagmar. "What?" "I swear i just something in the tre..." That was when it happened. A spatter of blood projected from Julian's chest and he crumpled to the floor...motionless...lifeless. He could feel what felt like sick rise in the pit of his stomach as he looked down at the body of his friends bloodied body. It was almost like the volume had turned off as he just stood there, just staring, unable to move. Then the volume suddenly came back on, and twice the sound it was meant to be. Bullets rang through the air explosions kicked up the ground everywhere. The firefight lasted 20 minutes, Dagmar's men were falling all over the place, clutching various places of there body and screaming blood curdling screams. They fired the MG42 back into the tree line but were unsure if they hit anyone. That was when the finishing blow happened, there were only 7 of them left uninjured when Dagmar saw him, an allied paratrooper swung from round a tree, a bazooka over his shoulder. Dagmar yelled "IN COMEST!" and ran for the pillbox door. Just as he opened the door he heard the fsssssssst BOOM! of the bazooka and the pillbox behind him erupted. He was thrown into the tree line with the noise of what sounded like the world exploding around. He opened his eyes, his head in massive pain and his vision blurred. He got up, looking around he saw he was about 5 meters in the forest on the opposite side to which they had been attacked. He looked back at the pillbox he had just been defending, seeing it was surrounded by enemy infantry he heard a two voices he recognized yelling from inside it "we surrender, we surrender." They were the voices of his friends. At least they have the sense to surrender, thought Dagmar. There was no point fighting against so men, at least they would survived. Then he saw something that made his heart stop, one of the allied paratroopers was pulling the pin on a grenade. BOOM! Smoke filled the pillbox and he saw one of the bodies of his friend fall out of the pillbox on fire.They were killing his friend in cold blood. He felt so helpless watching form the forest, unable to help. He felt tears start to fall from his face, and felt him self start to run, into the forest, away from the pillbox.

Sitting on top of the hill Dagmar once again felt tears fall down his face, it was all most as if this had all happened a lifetime ago, not just 30 minutes. He thought if all the friends he had just lost, and felt a shiver run up his back, that had nothing to do with the cold. All he could feel in him was sadness and pity. He felt like his world was over. All of his friends had just died in that pillbox, and there was nothing he could do about it. And on top of everything. This was not the first time the he had lost everyone he loved. Then he heard shouting behind him, and not in German. He turned and as he did he heard the loud band and an terrible pain in his stomach. It was hot and so painful that he threw up as he was falling to the ground. He tried to scream in pain but he couldn't, his body would not allow him. He landed on the freezing floor in a pool of his own blood, sweat and sick. The pain was excruciating. The reality of war had just hit him...at about 500 miles per hour. He felt himself start to go dizzy and light headed as a man topped the hill and looked down at him, clutching the gun which had caused him this pain. He felt the cold end of a barrel against the side of his head. He was looking up, in to the eyes of the man that was about to kill him. Then...BANG! Thats was it, he was dead, but then BANG! BANG! BANG! He opened his eyes and looked up at the man that had just held Dagmar's life in his hand falling to the ground bullet wounds all over his chest. To Germans ran out of the forest and ran to Dagmar. "Get a medic for this man." one of them yelled. Dagmar felt his head getting lighter and lighter as his head fell to the floor, his eyes slowly closing, slowly falling unconcious...

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Nicely Done JMac. This Is An Excellent Profile Submission. We Have Already Discussed The Rank, And That Is 1st Leftenant. Nice Work!

~ James

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