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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Apr 24, 2010 19:41:45 GMT -5
Hmm, thats probably due to these frequent pauses in activity, (like the one right now).
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Apr 23, 2010 15:09:55 GMT -5
Is this a good amount?
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Mar 27, 2010 7:50:52 GMT -5
Wiktor woke up to a pleasant spring breeze gently blowing through the open window to his right, located just next to his bed. He rose from it, stretching his arms as he did so, and letting out a yawn. Today would be a busy day, he had to do training with some soldiers, and something else this evening, though he couldn’t quite remember it at the moment, although he was sure he would remember in due time. He got up from his bed, and walked over to his cupboard, extracting his toiletries and his uniform. Then he proceeded to head out of his room toward the bathrooms located in the officers’ quarters.
Minutes later, Wiktor was standing outside of the mess hall, after changing into the olive drab uniform he wore now, and eating his early breakfast, alongside the other officers of the 1st Armored. Now all he had to do was walk down towards the training field, where his new acquired beauty, his Pershing tank, and a crew that needed to be taught how to use it, was located. Wiktor sighed, and began making his way toward the large open field where the 1st Armored held training, fake operations, and the occasional soldier games.
Upon reaching the field, Wiktor was happy to find his five crewmembers waiting for his arrival. Next to them, gleaming in the spring sun, and recently painted with camouflage, was the 1st Armored’s giant, the Pershing. Wiktor walked over to them, and began explaining how to use the heavy tank to its highest capability. This exercise would include a lecture, and run down of the tank, and a small test run that included a captured German Panzer IV for target practice. Wiktor wasted no time in starting on all these things.
Couple hours later, Wiktor was once again outside of the training field. The tank behind him began moving towards the garage, piloted by her new crew. The crew had done an excellent job, and Wiktor couldn’t wait for the Pershing to see action. Now that the training was finished, Wiktor decided to head back towards his quarters. The sun was almost directly overhead, being almost noon, and the sun was scorching him. Right now, all he wanted was a shaded room with a nice glass of a cold beer.
He began walking towards his room, arriving there twenty minutes later, due to him running into a fellow officer, who proceeded to chat with Wiktor. Now that he had some alone time, he opened his fridge, to find some sort of beverage. Seeing that sadly all the beer was gone, which was quite a surprise since Wiktor wasn’t a heavy drinker, he had to take a glass of ice cold water, which was the next best thing and was still a relive. After taking a long sip from the glass, he lied down upon his bed, closing his eyes for a few seconds, and listening to his clock gently ticking. Once more he opened his eyes, and this time noticed a small sheet of paper on his desk, opened by the looks of it, yet Wiktor could have sworn he never read it. He stood up, walking over to his oak desk, and lifting up the slightly bent sheet of paper.
He glanced at it for a second, reading it solemnly and carefully. After finishing reading, he almost dropped the piece of paper and fainted. He completely forgot that Major Furey of the 9th Air force was coming to see him today. And he was due to arrive in a few minutes! Wiktor quickly jumped up and grabbed his cap, speeding out of the room. He almost ran into another officer as he was placing his cap onto his head and hurtling down the hallway. “Whoa! What’s the hurry Wiktor?” “Sorry John, I have a meeting in a few minutes and I completely forgot about it!” “Well you better get going then.” John started to laugh as he walked away, much to the annoyance of Wiktor. Either way however, he didn’t really care, and he continued his race towards the HQ, the place of the meeting.
Ten minutes later, after running across half of the base, and almost running into two more officers, a group of five soldiers, and a tank backing up out of a garage, (quite frightening), he arrived near the HQ. He immediately noticed a Plymouth staff car; one that he knew belonged to Major Furey. Turning towards the grim concrete building, although more like a bunker, that was the divisional HQ, he noticed a man standing in front, lighting what appeared to be a cigar. Around him were officers and soldiers alike, walking here and there, and they all stared a moment at the Major. Seeing a man of the Air Force here was something rare.
Wiktor straightened his uniform, brushed his hair with a slight wave of the hand, and attempted to catch his rasping breath. He looked quite comical, and he hoped that the Major hadn’t seen him yet. Now that he was in a good shape, or as good as he would get, he began walking towards the Major, now standing upon the HQ’s steps, smoking his cigar, and glancing here and there, attempting to locate the late Lieutenant.
Wiktor arrived in front of the Major, and gave off a quick salute. “Major, I’m glad that you made it, I hope your short commute was enjoyable. I am sorry for being late, I had training this morning, and I will admit that this meeting slipped totally from my mind.” Wiktor patiently waited for a response, hopefully one that wouldn’t mock his lateness, but Wiktor knew Furey, and he wasn’t one of those men, as far as he knew at least.
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Mar 27, 2010 5:54:51 GMT -5
Alright, have fun!!!
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Mar 23, 2010 15:59:20 GMT -5
Furey and Wiktor greeted each other; apparently Furey still knew who Wiktor was, even though he had only met Wiktor when he was still a 1st Sergeant. Now he had grown to a major so fast, he even outranked Wiktor now. Wiktor smiled as Furey explained how he was going to try to find the deed to this house. “Well, that would be certainly something spectacular. If you get this place, I have to visit three times a week!”
Soon Furey was showing them, Wiktor and another soldier that was already talking to the major, around the mansion, showing some of the more exquisite and pristine parts of it. Wiktor’s breath was taken away, the place was even more magnificent then he imagined. He was enjoying himself, and Furey’s tour guide attitude made it even better. Soon however, they were approached by a man that was quite familiar to Wiktor, and made the unknown soldier next to him burst out in grin. He approached Furey, and they greeted each other, as if they were old friends. Furey then introduced the man to the soldier and Wiktor, the man was apparently Bing Crosby, the famous American entertainer. Wiktor was never one for American entertainment, still favoring the classical Polish style that he grew up with, but Bing Crosby was definitely someone that Wiktor was happy of meeting.
They talked a bit, but then Crosby had to leave. All the entertainers that were hired were as busy as bee’s, barely having any time to drink even a simple glass of water, let alone enjoy a nice conversation with some men. Furey stayed behind, but eventually he even made his quite get away, leaving Wiktor alone with the soldier that Wiktor had still not formally met. The reason that Furey left was that soon after Crosby bid his farewell, a Captain of the 9th Air force arrived, saluting Furey and informing him that Air Marshal Wavell was here. At first Wiktor couldn’t believe his ears, an important air marshal was here at the party, and it sounded as if he was here specifically for Furey. Either way however, the Major did leave to go great this prestige’s guest.
Wiktor stood there for a moment, just glancing around the area, taking note of the people that were slowly coming in, ever so increasing the occupants of this mansion, and increasing the checks on the guest list. It seemed as if tonight would definitely be a full house, making the party even better. Music began to fill the air, sending a sort of electric charge through the air, as people began to dance and get into a “party” sort of mood. Butlers began filing out, bearing silver platters adorned on top by champagne glasses filled with fresh French champagne, or choice selections of cheese, fruits, and any other type of food you could imagine. The party definitely was starting to kick in, and people were adapting to it.
Soon the soldier next to him, which was quite forgotten for a time by Wiktor, inquired if he was indeed 2nd Lieutenant Boguslaw of the 1st Armored. This snapped Wiktor’s attention back into focus on the here and now of the world. He turned to face the soldier next to him, and began taking in a few details. By the rank insignia he appeared to be a sergeant, and by the division insignia, he actually noted that he bore the insignia of the 1st Armored. However, Wiktor had never met this soldier. Wiktor concluded that this man must have been recently transferred, and had they not met at this party, he would have soon met him at his arrival back at base.
The soldier verified this by adding that he was recently transferred to the division, showing that this was their first encounter, and Wiktor needed to learn more about him, and what perfect setting. You always could tell more of a man when they are in a party setting. In party’s people tend to talk more, and are in a more “relaxed” atmosphere. Also you can see how they handle themselves, and their self control, due to the fact that parties usually contained alcohol and women.
Wiktor now addressed the soldier head on, answering his question first. “Yes, I am indeed 2nd Lieutenant Boguslaw, but please, just call me Wiktor.” Wiktor motioned for them to continue walking, and began searching for the supposed table that Furey had told them of, and the small piece of paper that would bear their name, signaling their chosen spot for the evening. “I also heard that you were recently transferred to my division, and I apologize for not being able to meet you earlier. I have been quite busy lately, paper work mostly, but a few “errands” here and there you could say. And as soon as I returned back, I received a card inviting me to this party, and I couldn’t refuse it. I do need a good break, and this seemed like the best option.”
Wiktor stopped and spun around, facing the soldier as he did so. Surrounding them were groups of people here and there chatting, either standing or sitting down by the linen tables that now littered the premises. “But how rude I am being, I forgot my manners. I was never introduced to you sergeant, may I get a name?”
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Mar 22, 2010 19:56:01 GMT -5
I'm sorry, I cannot mod mark. I'm only support staff.
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Mar 21, 2010 14:39:27 GMT -5
I'm not worrying, just voicing my opinion.
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Mar 20, 2010 16:55:39 GMT -5
I realize i'm not in this battle, but I think that the Axis should radio in Bruno, I find it kinda weird that a random halftrack will stumble upon a random battle.
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Mar 20, 2010 14:42:56 GMT -5
After long consideration, (and much bothering from Furey), I have decided to choose the prize. Risky, but hopefully it will pay off.
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Mar 20, 2010 14:33:33 GMT -5
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Mar 20, 2010 14:13:12 GMT -5
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Mar 12, 2010 17:56:13 GMT -5
Wiktor found himself cruising down a road cutting across the French countryside. He was seated in the back of the staff car that was transporting him, driven by his loyal driver, James Darnel. Dressed in his best dress uniform, Wiktor glanced outside at the rolling plains and hills that were common in this area of France. He then looked down at the card in his hand. The sea blue and olive green card had been sent to him from the 9th Air force, specifically from Major Furey Campellone, commander of the 9th Air force. The card invited him to attend a party, a celebration for the recent liberation of France, and the near end of the war in Europe. The party itself would be held inside of a mansion taken from a German officer, however Wiktor could not recall the German’s name, and frankly he didn’t care. He was glad that he was invited though; it would be nice just to have one evening of fun. Even better than that, Wiktor had heard rumors that General Patton would be attending this party. Since Wiktor was the commander of the 1st Armored Division, meeting General Patton in person would be unbelievable to Wiktor. All of the stories that Wiktor heard told him that this man was one who could lead men and definitely someone he would like to be meet, and be honored in doing so.
An hour later Wiktor arrived inside the city where the mansion that the party was going to be held was located at. They drove around a bit, and his driver told him that he was showing Wiktor around the city, since he would probably be staying here for a day or two. Wiktor smiled at this remark, figuring that Darnel was really just lost, and was aimlessly driving about, hoping to find the estate. Wiktor didn’t mind, indeed this did give him a chance to view the city, and Wiktor wasn’t in any rush. Glancing down at his watch, Wiktor was surprised to find that he was actually a little early. Seeing this, he tapped the back of Darnel’s shoulder. “Darnel, we seem to be a little early. What do you say that we stop by one of these little French restaurants, and get ourselves a little pastry or something? It will be my treat.” Darnel replied in joyful voice, “why thank you sir, I would love that. How about that one over there?” Darnel pointed to the right, showing Wiktor a small, rustic looking restaurant. Wiktor smiled, “perfect.”
They parked the car next to the road, and stepped onto the paved sidewalk. Wiktor motioned for Darnel to go ahead and get inside. He followed Darnel as they entered through the wooden doors, stepping inside the interior of the restaurant. They took a seat next to the window, inside a red leathered booth. Pretty soon a waitress came over, stopping by their table and asking what they wanted. “I would like to have a Napoleon, with a cup of coffee please.” Darnel ordered the same thing, stating that a friend told him that Napoleon’s were quite good, and that he always wanted to try one. The waitress soon returned with their order, and they began eating. A little while later, they were both done with their small meal, and were both finishing up the last drops of coffee from their cups. Wiktor leaned back, letting the wonderful taste of his meal sink in. After a few minutes he beckoned to Darnel. “We probably should get going.” Darnel agreed and they stood up and walked out, not before Wiktor paid the waiter, and gave her quite a big tip.
Soon Wiktor was once again in his car, this time heading a little out of the city. Darnel had talked to a man outside of the restaurant before they left, so most likely he had asked for directions, and gotten them. Soon they were pulling up inside a dazzling estate, filled with trees, fountains, everything nice you could think of that would look good in a garden. The flowers were blooming everywhere; birds were chirping inside of their baths, it looked splendid. Wiktor was amazed, he had heard stories about how Polish monarchs lived in palaces like this, but had never actually seen one. Now he was stunned at the beauty. They drove up a paved road toward a large building that started coming into few behind the trees. The building was just as amazing.
The car stopped in front of a large stairway that led up into the front door of the large mansion. Wiktor walked out, breathing in the fresh air. The air seemed fresh and crisp, the flowers must have had some effect, and Wiktor was enjoying it. Wiktor walked over to Darnels window and knocked on it, and Darnel lowered it down. “Thank you Darnel, I’ll call you when I need a pickup. By the way, back earlier, I knew that you were lost, but don’t worry. I didn’t mind, and like you said, it gave us both a chance to see the city.” “Thank you sir, I am sorry about that, but I’m glad it wasn’t a problem. I hope you have a great time at the party.” Wiktor smiled, “and you have a good time too. Feel free to explore the city and have fun, just don’t get too drunk.” They both laughed at this remark, and then Darnel drove out of the estate, and back into the city. Wiktor stood there for a moment, and then turned to face the intimidating structure that was set before him.
Wiktor began walking up the stair, taking his time. Like before, he was in no rush, they had the whole evening, and no doubt this would drag into the night. While climbing the stairs, he continued to glance around, taking in every detail. The place seemed even grander while walking its grounds. At last Wiktor reached the top of the stairs and faced a short, broad path that led to the doors. Wiktor traversed this path quite quickly and then reached the large, polished ebony doors that marked the entrance into the main structure of this estate. Some people were already heading inside, a few early comers like Wiktor. It was true that even after stopping to eat at the restaurant, he was still early. But this is why Wiktor enjoyed Darnel as his driver; he always made it early, giving Wiktor plenty of breathing room between events.
Wiktor stepped through the large doors, finding himself in a large hall, adorned by paintings, sculptures, and pretty much every expensive and pristine piece of furniture you could imagine. Wiktor proceeded to glance around, in as much awe as he was with the outside. This place seemed as if it was made by god, for god. Wiktor couldn’t imagine how someone could make such a place. He glanced back downward, and saw the man he was looking for. In front of him was Major Furey Campellone, the organizer and head of this party. Wiktor walked across toward him, and another man that seemed to be saluting toward the Major. Wiktor soon placed himself in front of Furey extending out his hand. “Furey, good to see you again. Thank you for inviting me to this party, this place is amazing!”
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Mar 10, 2010 16:08:49 GMT -5
It looks really nice! Thank you Furey! So do I need to pay you or how does this work?
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Mar 9, 2010 16:09:52 GMT -5
Really nice! Except can I request a change for one thing on mine? Can you change the Call in the tankers part to black too? I would really appreciate it. Thank you!
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Mar 7, 2010 7:32:00 GMT -5
Ahh, alright. I just was curious.
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