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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Dec 23, 2010 16:23:41 GMT -5
I'm willing to mod it still if we start it up, the other members in the battle, (Rolf and others), need to accept however.
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Dec 21, 2010 17:05:38 GMT -5
The tank neared the firing range, a large and open field dominated by hills, piles of sand, and the remnants of past targets. Here tanks and other heavy weapons were tested, or units were taught how to use them effectively. Common targets included old jeeps and cars, but occasionally a squad would have the liberty of practicing on a captured German tank, an excellent way to practice real combat and sure as heck a fun way to pass the time.
Wiktor ducked inside the tank and glanced at this crew. They were all diligent at work, maneuvering the tank and setting it on their course. They were all doing an excellent job, and Wiktor knew that they would be ready for combat when the time came. Realizing that it was his job to do the navigating, he jumped back up and into the open air, hoping that the tank didn’t run over anything while he was down in the hull.
Soon they were rolling up to the firing range, crowds of soldiers and tanks moving off to the side. Wiktor cheerfully waved at them as they scrambled to get out of the way. It appeared as though the news of the Pershing spread farther than Wiktor had thought, and none of them wished to get in the way of the killer machine. Wiktor grabbed his binoculars and glanced about the field. In the distance he spotted a lone Panzer IV, the tank that Wiktor had “borrowed” for the exercise. The tank lay about half a mile away, by Wiktor’s judgment, and he wondered whether the tank would be able to shoot as far as some artillery.
Wiktor shrugged and ordered his crew to turn the tank 90 degrees, and point the barrel at the tank. His crew carried out the rest of the maneuver without Wiktor even saying a word, adjusting the barrel to the distance and loading in a shell. Wiktor took a moment, and then ordered his men to fire. Immediately the tanks barrel roared to life, the 90mm shell exploding and flying from its end. The whole tank rocked backwards, almost sending Wiktor flying off the back. The shell traveled through the air, the metal gleaming in the sun. Several seconds later the shell landed on the Panzer, exploding in a fury of fire and smoke. Wiktor watched as the smoke cleared, and he saw that nothing was left of the Panzer but smoldering debris.
Below him he could hear the crew cheering, and similar sounds came from some of the gathered men around the tank. Although many of them were jealous, Wiktor knew that even the prospect of having such a tank in the division would be a valuable asset, and save many lives in its career. The cheering died down and one by one the soldiers and tank crews went back to work, the sound of shells being fired and automatic rifles shooting once again emanated from the firing range.
Wiktor ducked into the hull and looked at his men. Mark turned his direction and smiled, “Did you see that! This baby is going all the way to Berlin with firepower like that!” Wiktor laughed and replied, “I wouldn’t be surprised if this went to Berlin and then to Tokyo, with this piece of machinery this division will be going places!” Wiktor glanced at this watch, and then turned back towards Mark, “Everything seems to be working fine. Fire a few more rounds to get a feel of the cannon, and then take the tank on one more spin around the compound before placing it back in the garage. Tonight we’ll go out, I’ll get leave from the commander for all of us and we can have a little celebration for the new member of the 1st Armored family.”
The soldiers let out a small cheer and then prepared to begin the task that Wiktor had set them on. Wiktor stood back up and jumped out of the entrance to the tank, hitting the ground outside. He began walking away, the Pershing behind him firing another shot, the sound cascading louder than anything he had heard. Although powerful, Wiktor knew stealth would not be a possibility, but hey, with power like that who needed it?
As he was walking away Wiktor noticed a Stuart tank off to the side, and immediately noticed it as Sergeant Steinerts. Wiktor walked towards the tank, wiping a small amount of sweat from his forehead, an after effect of the boiler known as the inside of a tanks hull. When he reached the tank he saw the Sergeant atop the tank, within the entrance. Wiktor waved at him, “Hey there Daniel, how have things been with you since I last saw you?”
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Dec 20, 2010 19:05:56 GMT -5
Wiktor was standing near the large set of garages that populated the 1st Armored Divisions HQ. The buildings held numerous things, everything from jeeps and motorbikes to tanks and artillery of all sorts. You might even say these buildings held the pride and joy of the 1st Armored, everything that made it an armored division and set it apart from the rest. Today Wiktor was visiting the garages, a rare occurrence since when he wasn’t in the field Wiktor was usually doing paper work and the more “tedious” assignments of an officer. However today he was visiting a certain tank crew, his new tank crew, and Wiktors new pride and joy, his brand new just off the factory Pershing Tank. Wiktor began walking towards one of the garages, near the right end of the long line of buildings. He was dressed in his standard olive drab uniform, although due to the heat of the day he wasn’t wearing his cap, exposing his brown hair to the slight breeze that emanated from the surrounding area. Around him the trees were gently blowing in the wind, casting small yet greatly relieving patches of shade, most of which were dominated by a few soldiers attempting to escape the humid air. Wiktor neared the building he was looking for, a large concrete garage with the insignia of the 1st Armored painted on front. Below the insignia however another thing was painted in black paint, the words “Iron Death”. Wiktor smiled at this, knowing quite well that this was the nickname the crew had given to the Pershing Tank. He took a moment to wipe some sweat of his forehead, and then walked into the garage through the small door that was located on the side. Inside the building was a large assortment of gear and machinery. Everything from small tools boxes with screw drivers and wrenches to spare tank parts and even some live ammunition, something that Wiktor wondered if it was really safe with all the welding and such that occurred in the garage. Wiktor shrugged this off however, knowing, (and slightly hoping), that his crew knew what they were doing. In the center of the garage, dominating the majority of the room was the tank itself. The monster of a tank looked menacing even to Wiktor, the owner of the tank. The vehicle was newly washed and shinned, its olive green hull gleaming in the dim lights overhead. On the side was painted the white star, the insignia of the United States military. One of the crew men noticed Wiktor and walked up to him, saluting when he reached Wiktor. Wiktor returned the salute and smiled before addressing the man, who was the tanks driver, “Hello Mark, how’s everything going with the tank?” Mark returned Wiktors smile and motioned for the Lieutenant to follow him as he began casually walking towards the tank, “Everything is good and working Wiktor. We ran through all the basic checks today, and the thing can hold together and work fine. We went through a test run today, drove the tank around the compound a bit, and let me tell you, we drew some amazed and jealous looks from some other crews with this beauty.” Wiktor chuckled slightly as he heard this. Indeed when he told the other officers of his new tank, many of them were amazed. The Pershing was still a relatively new tank, and the fact that a Polish 2nd Lieutenant was one of the first to acquire one in the division, well many of them were shocked and quite jealous. The two men reached the tank and Mark began speaking again, showing off the tank with a wave of his hand, “all that’s left to do is to test the weaponry on it, and of course we waited for you to do it, we couldn’t let you miss all the fun.” Wiktor turned to Mark and smiled before replying, “Thank you Mark, indeed I was hoping to glimpse the spectacle, but looks like I’ll be witnessing it firsthand! It should be good practice as well; you never know when we’re going to see action.” Mark nodded and motioned for the rest of the crew to assemble. All together the crew of the tank numbered five, Wiktor as the commander of course, the driver Mark Hersey, the co-driver Steven Markhem, the gunner John Lennard, and the loader Bill Webly. Once all five of the men were together Wiktor led them through a small lecture on the nature of the tank and how it should be worked in battle. Wiktor knew that very little of this would actually be new to the crew, evident by their slightly bored expressions, but he had to follow procedure whether he liked it or not. About half an hour later the crew and Wiktor began getting ready, loading up the tank with ammunition and preparing their own gear. Once they were all set they climbed up and into the tank and soon they were rolling out of the garage, Wiktor sitting in the entrance of the tank, looking out into the compound and feeling the breeze blow onto him. The sound of the engine and the smell of fuel were like heaven to Wiktor. The tank was performing excellent, and they began heading towards the firing range, attracting stares and amazement from many of the soldiers littering the compound.
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Dec 20, 2010 16:56:00 GMT -5
You would have to PM a staff member, they would subtract the amount of the mortar and three cadets, and then we would just add it to the unit rooster of the division.
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Dec 17, 2010 16:18:38 GMT -5
Alright. Anyone know his e-mail though? It would be nice just to be able to contact him, but his e-mail is hidden on his profile. And its good that you have all the powers, so if need be you could just be admin, (if you were willing of course, we can't force you).
And one thing, if either of us see the other online, go to the secret "war chat" we had, the c-box is expired so we can't talk there.
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Dec 16, 2010 16:20:46 GMT -5
Alright, I'll try to catch you too, although it probably won't happen tell this weekend, seeing as we do live in opposite ends of the world :/
But one thing, does anyone still hear from Austin? If we plan on attempting to revive this site, we would at least need him to relieve Admin to someone else, if not just come back, (which would be nice, but he did say he was really busy a few months ago).
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Dec 15, 2010 16:15:10 GMT -5
Yesterday I was looking back at this site, this was my first true RPG site that I was part of. I was reading my posts and such, and I relized one thing. This site was amazing. It had good structure, good set up, and above all else, good members. So I have come to say one thing. Is there anyway we can revive this site, and return it to the days we all once knew and loved?
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Sept 14, 2010 19:28:27 GMT -5
Don't worry Austin, we understand. Real life comes before the RPG site. Thank you for the promotion, and thank YOU for everything you have done!
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Aug 4, 2010 7:12:08 GMT -5
Alright, cya in two weeks and have fun.
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Jul 18, 2010 6:16:27 GMT -5
My great-grandfather served in the Polish army, and my great-grandmother served in the underground resistance.
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Jul 11, 2010 9:00:06 GMT -5
2nd Lieutenant Wiktor Boguslaw found himself sitting in one of the numerous staff cars of the 1st Armored, as it gently drove down the English countryside. Although it appeared to be more of a leisure activity, Wiktor did indeed have work to do that morning. There was a “war game” set for that day, and his division was asked to be present and perform in the event. Wiktor agreed to this, although he knew he really had no choice, and now he was driving to the designated land where the “war game” was to be held. He was going observe how his division would perform, and see what needed to be improved, and what was already doing fine. He knew this would provide good experience for his men, as his division had seen very little combat in the war so far.
Of the officers in his division, the only ones he knew would be present would be Sergeant Daniel Steinert and Sergeant Harry Hamilton. Wiktor knew that Daniel had experienced plenty of combat in Europe from his previous assignment in the 101st Airborne. He had also fought in Africa for awhile with the previous commander of the division, Walter Gunther, before he relieved himself of command. Harry however, as far as to Wiktor’s knowledge, hadn’t seen much action, and indeed he hadn’t experienced battle since being assigned to the 1st armored. So this would be his first time experiencing some type of action with the elements of an armored division. This made Harry one of the main people Wiktor would be watching in this “war game.” Wiktor would observe how he handled his squad, and how he himself reacted when under fire. Wiktor had good hopes for Harry however; he seemed like a good soldier and was almost certain he would perform exceptionally.
Trapped in these thoughts, Wiktor did not notice that his car had arrived at the destination, a large hill that provided the best vantage point of the entire area designated for this event. Wiktor climbed out of the car and thanked the driver, who immediately drove off back to the 1st armored’s base. Wiktor took a deep breath of the fresh morning air, taking a moment to relax. However he was called to attention by a siren that alerted that the “war game” would start in five minutes. Wiktor climbed the hill with ease; it wasn’t very steep, and arrived at the observation platform on top. There were already a group of assembled men present, some from other armored divisions present, some from the other divisions present, and some VIP’s that were allowed to view this training exercise. Wiktor climbed up to the top of the platform and exchanged greetings with a few of the gathered officers. He then took a position on the platform which allowed him to view the side of the area where his division would be starting.
A private walked up to him, one of the soldiers that was stationed on guard next to the platform, and greeted Wiktor while he handed him a pair of binoculars to view the event. Wiktor thanked him and placed the binoculars on the railing next to him. He stood there admiring the countryside until the siren once again went off, this time starting the “war game”. Wiktor grabbed the binoculars and studied there side of the field, and quickly saw his forces. There was a main column of armor that was combined from other armored divisions present. Wiktor then viewed the right flank of the column, and at once saw Steinert’s Stuart tank, showing that he was present in that area. While watching this recon group, they began mobilizing around and on top of a hill, no doubt a move to get a higher vantage point on the enemy. This was a good move, and also gave Steinert a defensive location if they were attacked.
Wiktor then noticed a platoon next to the recon group, and noticed that this was Hamiliton’s platoon, and at once looked around for the Sergeant. He found him taking point in the platoon, as they began moving through a forest, not that far away from Steinert and his hill. Wiktor now having located both his officers set the binoculars down, ready to watch as the spectacle unfolded.
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Jun 13, 2010 6:20:24 GMT -5
I'm pretty sure it was Rolf with whoever survived Troopers Worst Nightmare
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Jun 8, 2010 15:50:39 GMT -5
I think that once the site does start up again, which I do hope it will, this battle will commence.
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Jun 6, 2010 8:15:05 GMT -5
Alright, now that I have been promoted to moderator, if this battle ever starts up, I can moderate it if you want.
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Jun 6, 2010 8:07:22 GMT -5
The sergeant replied to his greeting, and he seemed to let out a quite sigh. He must have been relieved by Wiktor’s laid back approach to another soldier, one that is lower rank then him. Most officers in the war treated common soldiers strictly and with a mental force. Wiktor was at times like this on the battlefield, but when no in combat, he didn’t see why. To him rank didn’t mean much, a lowly private in his opinion could do just as good as a five star general.
The sergeant then introduced himself as Harold Hamilton, although it appeared he mostly went by the name Harry. Wiktor nodded at this, and was glad he was finally able to learn the name of this man, who would now be serving under him in the 1st Armored. “Nice to meet you Harry, now, why don’t we go and find the table that Furey was talking about.”
Wiktor continued walking down the thin aisle that was made between the rows of tables, most already filled with guests of some sort. The aisle was quite crowded and Wiktor at times had to push his way through, much to the annoyance of the ones being pushed. However Wiktor did apologize, although he didn’t see why since it was their fault for sitting in the middle of a busy walkway. A few minutes later he arrived at the table that was designated for him. There were four seats and a dinner setting for four people. Golden card folded and placed in front of each setting signaled who sat where. Wiktor was positioned to the right of Major Furey, and to the left of another person who was unknown, since Wiktor could not read the card, and in all honesty it didn’t really matter to him. Across from Wiktor sat Sergeant Hamilton.
Wiktor pulled out the chair that was designated for him, and he sat down carefully, leaning backwards against the chair. He examined the table a little bit more, taking in each detail. The tables were laid with white, smooth linen. On top in the middle was a vase of flowers, the kind varied from table to table, but the ones in the table Wiktor was sitting at contained roses. Each dinner setting contained one large plate, a smaller one, a soup bowl, a salad fork, dinner fork, dessert fork, soup sthingy, coffee sthingy, dinner knife, and butter knife. Each of these dinner utensils were made from silver, and the plates and bowls were hand crafted in an elegant and pristine style. Each setting was also accompanied by a velvet, red napkin, held together by a silver clasp.
After resting for a brief while, Wiktor motioned for a waiter to come over. The waiter noticed the gesture and walked over, dodging a couple getting out of their seat, most likely going to the dance floor. When the waiter got to Wiktor, he asked what he would like to have, and Wiktor quickly replied. “I would like some of your best French wine.” The waiter nodded at this, “we have recently gotten a shipment of wine from Paris, made from some of the finest grapes in the countryside.” Wiktor thought for a little bit before replying to this statement. “That would be excellent, bring a few glasses as well.” The waiter nodded and walked off, most likely to fulfill the order placed.
Wiktor glanced around the room, trying to identify any faces he knew. He couldn’t find a single one in the immediate area; he wasn’t used to this area of France and spent very little time in it. He also couldn’t find Major Furey, and he wondered where he was, probably chatting with his air marshal. The waiter arrived and placed a bottle of wine and a few glasses, before hurrying off. Wiktor poured himself a glass of wine and took a sip, letting the liquid swirl in his mouth. After a brief while Wiktor found the wine had a good taste to it, and he set the glass down. He wondered what to do now, and waited to see if anything would happen.
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