Post by Thomas Sturm on Dec 22, 2008 5:39:05 GMT -5
Username: Thomas Sturm
Character Name: Thomas Sturm
Rank: Gefreiter (Private First Class)
What Army Will You Serve Beneath? : Nazi/German Army
Nationality: German
Character History:
Staff Notes:
Character Name: Thomas Sturm
Rank: Gefreiter (Private First Class)
What Army Will You Serve Beneath? : Nazi/German Army
Nationality: German
Character History:
Born in Hamburg 1919, he did'nt had what we call a childhood.Writing Sample:
His grandfather was a former generalmayor of the german army and raised him very strikt and hard.
For example, Thomas learnt how to shoot a rifle, before he knew how to write his name.
When getting 18 he decided to leave his home and volunteer for the SS, but got denied because of his partly polish mother.
So he started his military service in a tank- hunters company. He got trained well in the use of anti- tank guns and quite quickly recieved his first promotion to the rank of a Gefreiter.
Everything looked good for Thomas when he also got to know the sister of one of his comrades, a sweet young girl. His first serious love.
But then the flames of war started burning everthing.
It was one of the hottest days he could remember at all.Approved/Denied?: Approved
Thomas Sturm was trying to get some sleep in his small foxhole after marshing all night, but the african sun did'nt allow it.
He shakes his canteen, quickly realising that there was no supply arriving yet. And probably it won't arrive the next few hours.
Suddenly Unteroffizier Jens Wagner, the commander of the AT- gun crew, shouted something.
Thomas took his spyglass, but could'nt see anything. His eyes were aching because of the intensity of the sun. but suddenly he saw it, a giant cloud of dust moving through the desert.
"Oh my god. Did the Tommys send every Tank they got to whip us out of here? We have only small amounition left, what should we do?", asked Werner, the 3rd soldier of the crew.
But Unteroffizier Wagner showed no sign of fear. "We have to hold here, otherwise the retraet of the whole division would be endangered.."
"Yes Sir, we just have'nt got any other possibilities", answered Thomas, jumped out of his foxhole and prepared the optical visor of his gun.
"Fire on my command", stated Wagner.
Thomas was getting more and more nervous. With wet hands he made last changes in the aiming. The cloud of dust was even growing bigger. Now Thomas was able to identify the silhouettes of Valentine II tanks.
And suddenly Wagner shouted:"Fire."
Staff Notes:
Overall decent application, welcome to the board.
~Austin~!