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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Jun 10, 2011 17:38:54 GMT -5
Wiktor smiled as Harry commented on his tank, and then agreed to the drill. He nodded, and then motioned with his hand towards an end of the field that was being unused, and was relatively open. ”Great, get your men and meet us over there. We’ll run a few simple patrol and reconnaissance drills and see where that gets us.” Wiktor then turned around and walked away, the sound of guns being loaded and gear being shuffled heard from behind him. The Lieutenant then approached his own tank, where the crew was busy loading fake rounds into the MG. At the site of their commander approaching they stopped, and waited patiently as Wiktor reached them. He nodded to the crew and then pointed over towards Harry and is platoon. ”Sergeant Hamilton and his men will be joining us for an armor support drill, so load up the fake rounds and prepare to move out.” The men nodded and went back to work, finishing up the MG and moving to prepare the main rounds of the tank. Wiktor then turned back towards Daniel and walked over towards his M4 Stuart. As he approached he nodded to the Sergeant and pointed towards the same field they were going to. ”Take your men and met me and Harry at that field. We’re going to practice some armor support drills, mainly patrol and reconnaissance, and we would be glad to have you join us.” He smiled and then walked back over towards his tank, climbing up the hot, metal sides and dropping down into the hull of the vehicle. He shouted orders to his driver below to start the tank up, and soon they were rolling towards the field and the practice. OOC: Sorry mine is short too :/ I'm still trying to get back into this site and its genre. Also, I'm not sure if Daniel is coming back or not, so I'm not entirely sure what to do about his role in the thread.
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on May 30, 2011 19:48:02 GMT -5
Approved Welcome to the site! Our shop is currently expierencing issues, so gear will have to be issued later. We apologize for any problems.
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Feb 9, 2011 20:38:43 GMT -5
Alright, the best of luck to you and we look forward to having you back! See you later!
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Feb 6, 2011 17:15:12 GMT -5
Alright, we understand. I myself am getting a little tired of this lack of activity. The best of luck to you!
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Jan 17, 2011 16:21:31 GMT -5
Wiktor glanced upwards and spotted a soldier coming his way. The soldier was one of the two he had seen earlier working out, and indeed the man seemed quite physically fit. As the man approached Wiktor he quickly stopped and saluted him, most likely after discovering that Wiktor was an officer. As the soldier stood there for a moment, requesting to sit down, Wiktor had to smile. Everyone that knew him at the base knew that Wiktor was one of the most laid back, if not the most laid back officer around. Other officers would demand there squad to clean their barracks, do his laundry, then say they were too slow and demand 100 pushups. Wiktor merely said he wanted the barracks cleaned, he did his own laundry, and he trusted his men to keep themselves in top condition. This amount of trust and companionship made the soldiers under his command admire Wiktor.
Figuring this soldier was new; Wiktor glanced up at him and smiled. “Of course you may sit down, I do not think you need my permission for something such as this?” Wiktor moved over slightly and allowed the soldier to sit down. While doing so Wiktor quietly studied the soldier. He was a private, which confirmed Wiktor suspicions that this soldier was indeed new, at least to the African front. He also noticed that he was quite physically fit, and that he seemed a little lost, possibly by the entire bustle in the base. More likely however it was caused by the arrival of so many casualties. New soldiers became appalled when they viewed such bloodshed for the first time, and Wiktor knew that this man was still new to such horrors.
Wiktor glanced back at the soldier who had seated himself on the bench. “What can I do for you soldier?”
OOC: I'm sorry my post is short, and probably not in the best quality, but with exams starting tomorrow I didn't have much time.
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Jan 16, 2011 18:00:28 GMT -5
Wiktor was hot, sweaty, and covered in blood. Sitting atop his Sherman tank did little to hide this in the blazing sun of the African desert. He had just taken part of a particularly large skirmish with a German Panzer division a few miles in the desert. Although Wiktor himself was not part of the division that was ambushed, he had been patrolling the area with a platoon from the 1st Armored, and seeing the distress the friendly division was in, he had ordered his group to join the fight. Although one Sherman, a halftrack, and 24 soldiers was little to stop the bloodshed, he had rescued one platoon and helped secure a retreat by the division. Now he was rolling back into the base following a group of weary and bloodied men, all that was left of the attack. The scene was somber at best. As Wiktor glanced around his blue eyes were slightly filled with tears. Here and there men were being carried away towards the overflowing and over worked infirmary and field hospital, some merely bloodied, others missing entire limbs. Wiktor had been lucky to escape any serious injury, the blood he had on him was mostly from a small bullet wound in his arm and a scratch on his forehead. His platoon was also relatively in good shape compared to the rest, with no KIA’s and with only two in some form of serious injury, but both had good chances of recovery. The Sherman came to a sudden halt as a group of jeeps and halftracks drove past the front of them. The base was in a general buzz at the moment, orders were being sent and defense postures being prepared. No one knew for sure, but the possibility of the Panzer division coming for this base was higher than one would be comfortable with. Wiktor ordered his platoon to depart for the barracks, clean up, get any injuries checked out, then to take the rest of the day off. He then ordered his crew to drive the Sherman back into the garage, and then do likewise as the soldiers. Wiktor himself headed towards his officers quarters at the center of the base. After delivering his after action report, (having been part of the battle), to his CO, who wasn’t looking quite thrilled at the moment, Wiktor found himself at his bedside, washing himself and changing his close. He bandaged up his wound on his arm, and cleaned the wound on his forehead. After doing this he stripped off his blood stained uniform and grabbed a new one, clean from any violence. After doing this he generally tidied himself up, although he still wore a rattle expression, something that would not disappear for likely a few days. Wiktor exited his quarters and began walking around the compound, trying to shake off his feelings. He avoided the areas for medical practices; he did not wish to view the casualties once more. Instead he headed for the recreation area, a place for the soldiers to unwind and relax. He arrived at the place a few minutes later after an uneventful walk. Having arrived he sat himself down at a small bench that was located to the side. A group of soldiers were playing a game of basketball, some American game that Wiktor still didn’t understand, and the soldiers improvising the materials didn’t help much either. There was also two soldiers weight lifting, and others just wandering about. How peaceful they seem, thought Wiktor, but for how long? How long until they too feel the effects of war?
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Dec 29, 2010 20:53:15 GMT -5
Name: Wiktor Boguslaw Age: Born in 1912 Gender: Male Rank: 1st Lieutenant Branch of Service: US Army Unit: 1st Armored Division Serial Number: 02-5738-21 Nationality: Polish Tools [/u][/color][/center] ~Shovel ~Issue Knife ~ ~ ~
Weapons ~Thompson Sub-Machinegun ~1911 Colt Pistol ~ ~ ~
Vehicles ~Pershing ~ ~ ~ ~
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Dec 29, 2010 20:35:51 GMT -5
Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Dec 29, 2010 20:35:51 GMT -5
Wind vom Oberturm wants to join the axis as a pilot. Now I am overall fine with this, however we would have to do a few things. First of all a majority of members on both sides have to give the ok. Also I would be taking the Flak 88 away from the Axis, so they aren't stacked for having a fourth member.
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Dec 29, 2010 17:38:46 GMT -5
Thank you, I feel honored to have been given this promotion. I could never have done this without the help of my division, or of my executive commander, Walter Gunther.
Alright, cheesy stuff aside, thank you very much!
Edit: I'm the commander, not executive commander...
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Wings.
Dec 27, 2010 19:04:46 GMT -5
Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Dec 27, 2010 19:04:46 GMT -5
Rome, city of beauty, history, fine food and wine, and of course, the capital of Fascist Italy, an Axis power all but destroyed. The 1st Armored had just taken the city, and although casualties were high and mourning well spread, the division was receiving some good and well missed rest from fighting. Soldiers now slept in beds instead of muddy fox holes, ate pasta instead of canned rations of who knows what, and enjoying a brisk and warm air that wasn’t filled with smoke and the smell of death.
Wiktor stood atop a small balcony of Roman Villa located in the countryside. He had borrowed one of the rooms to stay at while his division rested and resupplied in the city. He was staying with an Italian family who was happy of the Allied liberation of the city, and offered Wiktor the room. He accepted the offer but not without payment, which was done more in labor than the all too rare object known as currency, at least for a soldier.
He was gazing out into the night sky, dressed in full uniform. He was unable to sleep that night, and was instead spending the time wondering about the future, and prophesying when the war would end, and when he would be able to come home. He feared coming home however, he was afraid of what Germany had done to his nation of Poland. Wiktor let out a deep sigh and exited the balcony, heading back inside.
Wiktor grabbed his cap and walked out of the room and into the square of the villa. He exited the small walls that surrounded the compound and began walking towards the 1st Armored HQ, not located far from his location. He was going at a leisurely pace, he wasn’t entirely sure if anyone would even be awake, besides the guards. However he figured a bit of exercise would clear his mind, and he would be able to drift back into sleep.
Wiktor began nearing the compound, its iron fences and coils of barbed wire in view, when he heard two fighters in the air. The planes were coming in fast, but Wiktor could tell that they were not attacking the compound. They flew over a field that was a little ways away from Wiktor, and then disappeared into the night sky. Wiktor was about to shrug this off, thinking it just a patrol, when another plane began coming in, slowly descending towards the field. Immediately Wiktor could tell the plane wasn’t landing for the heck of it.
Wiktor pulled his colt out of his holster and ran towards the field. He could see a group of soldiers began surrounding the plane, and more began coming from the compound. Wiktor ran up and almost doubled over when he saw the plane. He had never seen anything so bizarre and awkward in his life, and he wondered how the pilot even flew the plane. Wiktor, still amazed walked up to the plane and pushed his way through the soldiers, who seeing that he was an officer moved out of the way.
Wiktor walked up and almost slapped himself in the face while he holstered his colt again. The pilot was Major Furey Campellone. How could Wiktor not have guessed he would be the one behind such a strange event? Wiktor sighed and walked up to Furey. “Well Major, you sure gave some of us a scare, what were you doing up there, and in such an odd plane?”
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Dec 27, 2010 18:40:50 GMT -5
Wiktor waited as Daniel climbed down from his tank, rather quickly given the hot metal hull of the tank. He waited patiently as he adjusted himself, and then listened as Daniel replied to his greeting, explaining how the war was now going in their favor, and he also added that he felt reassured with such fire power, which Wiktor guessed came from his Pershing.
Wiktor nodded and replied to the Sergeants statement, “Indeed it seems as if this war has definitely changed sides, and now it looks as if we’ll reach Berlin within the month!” Wiktor glanced behind Daniel and viewed his crew, busy preparing ammunition and loading it into the tank. Wiktor then turned back to Daniel before speaking, “It looks like you have a fine crew however, and I’m sure you’ll see combat soon enough, and when you do I’m sure that the Germans won’t know what hit them.”
Daniel pointed behind Wiktor, and asked him if they should organize an armor support drill with a platoon at the firing range. Wiktor nodded and began walking towards the platoon, motioning for Daniel to follow him. Wiktor walked up to the platoon and watched them train their shooting skills, and nodded in approval. All the soldiers seemed to have a good grasp with their weapons, and they would be a sheer fighting force. Wiktor picked out what appeared to be the highest ranking individual among them, a Sergeant, and figured it was the platoon’s leader. Wiktor walked up and grabbed his attention, and then immediately realized that the sergeant was Harry Hamilton.
Wiktor nodded at Harry and then began speaking, “Hey there Harry, long time no see. Anyway, Daniel and I here were wondering if your squad would partake a armor support drill with us, that is if you’re not busy at the moment.”
OOC: Sorry its so short, couldn't think of much to write.
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Dec 27, 2010 18:09:22 GMT -5
Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Dec 27, 2010 18:09:22 GMT -5
I believe I am the moderator for this, (if not I apologize for the intrusion). I just wanted to say that all first posts should be neutral, and then combat can begin. Thank you.
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Dec 26, 2010 20:36:25 GMT -5
Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Dec 26, 2010 20:36:25 GMT -5
I'm willing to moderate this, (although it appears I was chosen by Furey anyway).
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Dec 25, 2010 19:07:13 GMT -5
I'm here Also I think you should give a few more days for this, not many people want to log on during Christmas I imagine.
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Dec 24, 2010 7:25:45 GMT -5
I think it should be fine, depends how many soldiers Rolf has, (it says unknown amount). Also should we give the allies a bazooka since Bruno has a halftrack?
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