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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Mar 6, 2010 17:09:05 GMT -5
Name: Wiktor Boguslaw Signature or MP Backround: Signature Size: 640 x 225 pixels Color Scheme: Black, Dark and OD Green Pictures on it(If requested on the Signature/MP Backround): upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/4/49/M4-Sherman_tank-European_theatre.jpg Words on It(If signature): Trouble ahead? Call in the tankers! Great idea Feury. Thanks, and don't worry about time for mine. There's no rush. Done! ~ Furey
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Mar 4, 2010 19:51:39 GMT -5
I am not yet sure if I want to join this battle, (seeing that no tanks are allowed, and thats really the only NPC's I have). However I would like to ask why it's called a village in Warsaw? Warsaw is the capital city of Poland, not an area.
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Feb 20, 2010 14:21:18 GMT -5
Thread Name: Midnight Mystery Request: Please close this thread, and distribute CP, if any one gets any. Thread URL: Midnight Mystery Reason: Not possible to continue, and the reason for the thread is no more, (Furey is no longer defecting). Thank you! This thread has been Closed, and CP distributed. Major Furey Campellone
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Feb 14, 2010 8:15:26 GMT -5
Wiktor listened intently as the Italian Air Officer told him his life story, from his time in Italy to where he was sitting now. To Wiktor it sounded like an unusual case, but that did not matter to him. As long as the man across from him was a good hearted Allied soldier, it did not matter where he came from. After all, his commanding officer was from Germany, and he had let his armored division to victories against the German war machine. This truly showed that in war, it did not matter where you come from, your ethnic background. All that matters is your goal, your feelings, and you’re moral for joining the war.
As the Italian finished speaking, Wiktor lifted his head up, looking at the air officer, waiting for any last remarks from his story. After the Italian finished speaking he shyly apologized for his long, and very in depth life story. Wiktor laughed slightly at this remark. “Of course it is fine, I did ask you, and you gave me a good and thorough answer.” Wiktor leaned back, felling the soft padding of the chair’s backboard. All of them were silent, enjoying an icy cold beverage, or just glancing around the smoke covered room. It appeared as if the bar was at the peak of its service. Most of the tables and booths had been taken, and Wiktor could not believe that anyone else could come in at this time. By now, if you weren’t on leave already, there would be field training and possibly briefing and deployment.
Wiktor glanced back at the air officer and the sergeant that he had talked to earlier. “Well, thank you both for telling me a little about your self’s. If we are going to head into combat together, I like to know the man who’s fighting next to me, the one carrying my life in his hands. I also enjoyed your company, you are both fun men who enjoy a good talk, and I can definitely respect this.” Wiktor was about to go on when a newcomer stepped into the bar. By the look of his uniform, he was an average ground soldier, but Wiktor could not identify his rank or his divisional insignia, as it was covered by the dim light, and partially by a couple of men standing in the way.
The newcomer walked over to the bar counter, and Wiktor forgot about him for a second, looking back at their table. Wiktor folded his hands, thinking about the training he had to initiate on his men this evening. Wiktor dreaded it as much as his men, maybe even more after such an excellent day. Wiktor enjoyed his day of leave, but unfortunately it could not last forever, and at this moment training was as bad as if he had to go and massage his commander’s feet. Wiktor heard some foot steps to his left as he mind flowed back into the real world. Wiktor glanced over and saw the soldier that had come in, just minutes ago.
Wiktor studied the newcomer, attempting to get some information on him as he walked across the room, obviously looking for a table. The soldier wore a standard issue forest green uniform, typical of a standard ground trooper. Wiktor glanced at the yellow and black rank insignia, noting that this soldier was at the rank of Technical Sergeant. Wiktor also noticed his divisional insignia, by the sight that was available, Wiktor barely made out an insignia that looked like an airborne divisions. He was very surprised, wondering how an airborne soldier could get some leave, as they were extremely busy at this time with the war in Europe against Hitler’s regime.
The soldier turned to face their table, and began walking toward it. He stopped right in front of the table, with a look of slight shyness, obviously because he was the only one in his division at the bar, most of the occupants were indeed from the 1st armored, as practically the entire division was on leave, sort of like a “day of rest”. Either way, this soldier was here, and Wiktor figured he was enjoying every last minute of his leave. The soldier inquired if he could sit at their table, seeing as if this was one of the few tables that were actually open with one seat or more, and this was most likely the only table available were men were not extremely drunk, in fact all of them were sober having only had one or two drinks.
Wiktor stood up and faced the soldier, shaking hands with him as a proper introduction. “Hello, my name is Wiktor Boguslaw, 2nd Lieutenant of the 1st Armored Division. I do not think that any of us have a problem with you sitting here?” Wiktor glanced back, waiting for some signal or word from the other members of their table, either protesting or agreeing with the new soldier’s admission to their table.
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Jan 27, 2010 10:21:47 GMT -5
Bullets flew around Wiktor as the enemy retaliated to the attack by Wiktor’s men. One such bullet lodged itself in the thigh of a nearby allied soldier. The soldier cried out in pain as he fell to the ground bleeding heavily. Wiktor ordered the soldier next to him to take care of the wounded soldier, but keeping out of the line of fire. Wiktor was horribly worried about his own men, as well as how Daniel was handling the current situation. Things did not look good for the Allies. The soldiers around him kept firing at the enemy, but to no avail. The enemy was as Wiktor good see, still in a strong position of power on the battlefield.
Finally Wiktor made a strong decision, he knew he might regret it, and it was not a decision his superiors would few kindly. Wiktor turned around to face the men behind him and grabbed their attention. “Men, this battle is hopeless, we are now initiating a full tactical retreat. You two, grab that wounded soldier, the rest of you provided covering fire while we get the hell out of here!” Wiktor and the soldiers began backing up while continuing to fire suppressive fire at the enemy. At the same time two soldiers lifted up the wounded man, carefully as not to inflict more harm, and followed Wiktor. Wiktor followed his men as they ran across the forest floor as fast as they could. The whole time Wiktor was deciding how to make contact with Daniel.
Finally Wiktor and his men burst through the tree line and in front of them was the original house that they were in. Wiktor spotted an Allied soldier to the right of him in a fox hole. Wiktor motioned for his men to get behind the house to wait for further orders. He ran across the area in front of the house, keeping low to avoid gun fire, and making in a straight line toward the Allied soldier. He got to the fox hole and jumped inside, startling the soldier who realized that it was his commander. “Sir, what are you doing here?” “Soldier do you know the location of your officer, Sergeant Steinert?” “Yes sir, he’s over there in the trees directing the rest of our group, I was sent here to care for this soldier here, but I’m afraid he’s dead.” “Thank you soldier, can you run to him and tell him to rendezvous with me and my men behind the house over there, we are retreating from this battle.” “Roger that sir, I’ll tell him.”
The soldier ran over to a thicket of trees, disappearing behind the foliage. Wiktor ran back to his men waiting behind the house for him. “Alright men, were waiting for Sergeant Steinert, he should be here any moment if he isn’t held down by the Germans.” After a minute or so, Wiktor did indeed spot Daniel and his men running through the woods toward his position. With them he noticed was a German soldier, obviously a captured sniper, as he wore a guile suit. Wiktor ran up to greet him as Daniel’s men and the prisoner joined his. “Daniel, I am calling a tactical retreat, there is no hope left in this battle for us. I want you to retrieve your satchel charge igniter and get ready to blow it. I’m afraid the enemy will follow us, and this explosion should distract them allowing us to escape. Also, take that German captive with us; we may get some useful Intel from him, making this battle somewhat useful.”
Daniel ran inside the house, coming out a few minutes later holding the blast box between his arms. He followed Wiktor behind the house, making sure the entire soldier group was there to avoid the shrapnel from the explosion. Wiktor waited one second; two second, then motioned for Daniel to hit the charge. All of a sudden the ground rocked as the charges exploded, making chaos break lose. As soon as the shrapnel lessened he motioned his men to make a run for the allied HQ. The entire group ran until they could not see the house or any German unit. They continued to march back to base, or the general area of it.
An hour later the weary group stumbled into the military compound that they were stationed in. Wiktor sent the soldiers to their barracks to relax and calm down after the fight. He also ordered the two men carrying the wounded soldier to take him to the compounds hospital, hoping that there was still a chance of saving him. Finally he sent one soldier with the German prisoner to the compounds prison. Wiktor then motioned for Daniel to follow him across the dusty road as he made his way across to the stone building that was the bases HQ. Wiktor knew that his superior officers would not like how the battle was lost, or the three casualties that happened. However, Wiktor was not disappointed in his choice. If he had continued fighting, he would run the risk of having more Allied soldiers die or having either him or Daniel, or possibly both of them, captured.
Wiktor opened the door and walked in, as the HQ’s personal glanced up in surprise at the two blood and dust coated soldiers walked in. Wiktor immediately walked down the hall, entering the office of the bases commander. Wiktor saluted as the commander stood up, then motioned for Wiktor and Daniel to sit down. “Sir, we have returned from an engagement of a German unit down in the woods near the farmhouse.” “I see lieutenant, and the results?” “I had to call a retreat, we lost three men, and the rest of us were in a bad shape.” “Alright lieutenant, hopefully you made a good decision.” Wiktor again saluted his commander and then walked out of the office, continuing out of the HQ. Wiktor turned toward Daniel as they stood outside of the HQ.
“Daniel, I am honored to have fought by your side this battle. You are a good soldier and a good leader of your men. This might of have been a defeat for us, but I’ll make sure the next battle is not so. I look forward to fighting with you again.” Wiktor smiled as the two men shook hands, and then went their separate ways. Daniel would probably return to his barracks, but Wiktor walked over to the officer’s quarters. He reached them within the minute, and opening his door, walked into his familiar room. Wiktor sat down at his desk, not even caring to get out of his battle uniform. He propped his gun onto the side of his desk and threw his helmet onto this bed. He grabbed a pencil off the table and a sheet of paper and began writing the battle report that his commander would be expecting tomorrow.
Wiktor went over the battle in his mind over and over again, analyzing it in every way. He realized his bad decision, and noticed the good ones. He thought about the German commander’s reaction, and how well they were. Wiktor glanced out his window as he made a solemn promise to himself. The next battle that he had, wherever it was, against whatever enemy, he would do better as a commander. He would insure minimal casualties on his side, but make many on the enemy’s. But for now, Wiktor took it easy. He dropped his pencil as he finished his report, and then folded it up in an envelope. He would drop of the report the next morning, as soon as he had finished his daily routine. Wiktor then went and sat down upon his bed, and quickly fell asleep from the weariness of the battle.
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Jan 17, 2010 13:03:42 GMT -5
Well, I don't know what to say. Thank you all for giving me this honor, I feel so grateful, I might cry (not really). Anyway, I do thank you and I will try too help this site in anyway I can.
JA musz¹ rz¹dziæ s³usznie i rezygnowaæ ludzie umys³em!
(Translation: I shall govern justly and with the people in mind!)
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Jan 15, 2010 18:20:39 GMT -5
Wiktor listened intently as the soldier introduced himself as Fuery Campellone, and began telling a bit about himself. Wiktor nodded that his statements did verify that Fuery was indeed part of the air force, and indeed an Italian. Wiktor knew that many would take the Italian part harshly, as Italy was one of the major Axis powers opposing the Allies. However, Wiktor had no problem with Fuery being an Italian; all that mattered was that this man was now an allied soldier, someone fighting for justice. It did not matter where he came from.
Fuery offered Wiktor a glass of schnapps. Wiktor took a glass and spoke a grateful thank you as he lifted the glass to his lips. He drank down the whole shot glass as he felt the liquid stink against his throat. He placed the drink back down on the table. The schnapps painfully reminded Wiktor of his own homeland, Poland. He truly did miss his old lifestyle, and wondered why this gruesome war could have happened. Wiktor snapped back from his thoughts and into reality. The war was happening, but it was his job to stop it.
Fuery then asked Wiktor if he was from Poland, following up closely behind this question was Fuery’s request to learn more about Wiktor. Wiktor smiled as he looked up at Fuery. “Yes indeed Fuery, I am from Poland, hailing from the city of Warsaw. As for a little about me, when Poland was invaded my family and I were attacked, as a maneuver too ‘cleanse’ the country. My family was slaughtered, but I alone managed to escape. I fled across the sea over to the country of America; I had spent my college years there so I had some ties with the nation. After that, I joined the American army as soon as I could, and after months of training, you find me here where I stand before you.”
Wiktor sat back as he finished his brief overlook of himself. He waited to see what Fuery’s reaction would be too the little information he just received. Most likely it would go down smoothly, except the part about his family. There would probably be some shock, followed by sympathy. Either way, Wiktor seemed too like this man already, even after knowing him for only a few minutes. “Well Fuery, now that you know a bit about me, how about you? I would greatly like to know a bit about your history. Also, if you don’t mind, and please, I mean this in no offensive way, but why did you join the Allies?”
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Jan 12, 2010 19:31:45 GMT -5
You get a bruised forehead and a $100 dollar fine
I insert a wooden door
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Jan 12, 2010 16:55:14 GMT -5
Wiktor and James had been in a moment of silence, both of them thinking hard about the conversation they just had, when a man slowly walked up to their table. Wiktor glanced up at the newcomer and studied him with a glance of his keen eyes, making sure to catch every detail. The man wore a stunningly bright white uniform, almost bringing pain into your eyes if you looked at it too long, due to the dim atmosphere of the bar. The half covered insignia on his arm informed Wiktor that this newcomer was a 1st Sergeant, a very high ranking trooper, but not quite at the level of officer. What more too Wiktor’s amazement was that also on his arm he bore the insignia of the American air force, something that Wiktor was not accustomed to seeing while he was in the 1st Armored.
The man politely asked if he could take a seat next to Wiktor and James, and as he said this Wiktor noted the think Italian accent that was issued in his voice. So we have an Italian here, I would like to get too know this man. Not only is he a fellow soldier, but he is the first member of the air force that I have seen while in France. Wiktor thought that the proposition of him sitting was acceptable, but glanced at James for approval on his behalf. James nodded his head at Wiktor’s questioning glance, and Wiktor turned back to face the man and stood up, smoothing down the cresses in his uniform as he did so.
“Hello Sergeant, my name is Wiktor Boguslaw; I’m a 2nd Lieutenant of the 1st Armored Division.” Wiktor politely held out his hand for a friendly hand shake. The newcomer took his hand, and after a brief handshake, let go. Wiktor then turned over to James and once again spoke to the man. “Over here is James West, Staff Sergeant of the 1st armored division as well.” Wiktor then turned back to face his seat and once again sat down on the seat that he previously occupied and beckoned the man to sit down.
“Well Sergeant, since you have a very strong Italian accent, I will guess that you’re from Italy,” Wiktor said to the Sergeant while he faced him. “But please, I would like to get too know you, first off, what’s your name soldier.”
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Jan 10, 2010 16:25:58 GMT -5
OOC: Daniel, your map is showing you have only three soldiers with you, you should have four. We had eight men after the first Axis assault, and I split our force in two.
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Jan 10, 2010 11:04:48 GMT -5
Heres the new and improved map, the colors are a little diffrent, (couldn't find the ones Walt used), and I didnt place Daniel's exact location, as that is up too him.
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Jan 8, 2010 19:35:01 GMT -5
You get your brain's eaten
I insert a puppy with rabies
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Dec 31, 2009 14:19:54 GMT -5
The bar was starting to get a little wild, men were cheering, glasses were clinking, and Mr. Hardley barely kept up with all the orders coming in. Smoke fled from one table to the next like a patch of fog trying to cover everything at once. Wiktor sipped the last remains of the contents of his glass and set it back gently on the table. Wiktor looked at the Sergeant as he spoke about his recon unit and his opinion on Wiktors question. “Like I said before Sergeant, I’m sure your unit will be excellent in action, a real help on the battlefield.” Mr. Hardley walked up to the table and took Wiktors glass. “Will you be wanting anything else Lieutenant?” “No, Mr. Hardley, but thank you for asking.” Mr. Hardley trotted away, no doubt fulfilling more of the orders coming his way.
“Also, about the ‘good leaders’, I too have seen what you have said. Many captains and commanders think they are invincible, that they can take anything on, and with that they lose caution and instinct. A good leader should always expect the worse, even if there is not a chance it may happen, it still could. Now, about seeing your men come home, I believe that is our entire goal. Who wants to see the man next to him die? No one, not a single person on this planet. My point that I stress over and over, the man’s life next to you is in your hands and yours in his. No one man shall be left behind. We will try to prevent heroic sacrifices, and just have them be heroic actions. If an officer sacrifices the life of the man next to him, or abandons him, for his own gain, that man is not fit too lead, or even too live.”
Wiktor leaned back and rested his hands upon either side of the chair. " I am glad you have confidence in us Sergeant,” Wiktor replied with a smile. “I will assure you, I will do my best to keep that confidence and opinion high. I do also believe that we will work well together, we hold some of the same thoughts, and we respect each other. I do not look over you as a superior; I look at you as an equal in this Great War. We are both men trying to protect our country.”
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Dec 28, 2009 16:42:39 GMT -5
Wiktor slid some money over to the Sergeant, too pay for the whiskey he ordered. Wiktor then placed his wallet back into his shirt pocket and faced the Sergeant. “Well, hopefully this war will be open, so all of us can go back too our homes. I hope you two get married and live a happy life after this affair is done,” Wiktor said as he smiled. Wiktor motioned for Mr. Hardley once more to come over. “Sorry about bothering you again, but can I have another beer, same one, that was really good stuff.” “No problem Lieutenant,” replied Mr. Hardley in a very cheerful tone of voice as he walked back to fulfill Wiktors order. Wiktor once again glanced at the Sergeant while he commented on his new recon unit. “Yes, we are getting lots of new recruits from over in America and Britain. With the war now turning in our favor, the boys back home are really fired up on signing too join the army. I’m sure that in due time, with extra training and some battle experience, they will make a formidable fighting force.” At the sound of footsteps Wiktor glanced and saw Mr. Hardley come over and place Wiktor’s glass of amber beer on the table. Wiktor pulled out a few dollars and handed them too Mr. Hardley who walked away after the payment. “Also, about the recon unit, I did hear you wanted to add this into our division. I personally believe this will be a great idea, and I believe that Captain Gunther is also up with this idea. It will take some time to fully set up a functional recon unit, but we will be working toward it.” Wiktor glanced at his watch, noting the time. There was still plenty of time in the day, which was certainly fine with Wiktor. Wiktor looked up once again at the Sergeant. “I do have a question I would like to ask you Sergeant West. I know you’re still new to this division, signing up a few weeks ago, but so far, how do you like this division. I would really like to know, your opinion is going to be generally the opinion of soldiers, and I want to know if I should change how I run this company. You can be truthful, I’m not going to hate you, and I won’t tell Captain Gunther about what you said.” Wiktor knew that he too was generally new too his status as second lieutenant, and the head of his company, so he knew he could use all the feedback he could get.
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Dec 27, 2009 19:46:25 GMT -5
OOC: Um, my "girl" was executed, that's what I said in my last post (no worries though, that topic is pretty much done I think for our thread) , I'll get a post here tomorrow.
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