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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Dec 25, 2009 10:39:34 GMT -5
As Wiktor was listening to the Sergeants own thoughts about the war he glanced around. Still more people were coming in, must have been the time of day when everyone was getting at least a little free time. Wiktor turned back as the Sergeant finished talking. “A football team? Well, I’ll make sure to talk to the other officers about this, I think it would be a great idea, would be a nice way for soldiers too relieve some of the stress that they accumulate.”
Wiktor glanced behind him as someone swore extremely loudly. Apparently one of his friends pushed him and he spilled beer all over his uniform. The entire room burst out laughing as the soldier desperately attempted to wipe of the beer. Wiktor took one last sip of his beer and set the glass firmly down onto the table. “I’ll also talk to the other members of my company and see if we can get this arranged, but since it was your idea if you want to do this on your own, by all means go ahead.” Wiktor smiled at the Sergeant as both of them were quiet for a while deep in thought.
The Sergeant was the first one to break the silence by asking if Wiktor had a girl back home. Wiktor frowned and leaned back. “Well, I was married to a girl in Poland, beautiful girl, like the sun in the sky. But, the same day the Germans attacked our town, the same day I fled…..” Wiktor paused a moment and glanced at the floor. “The same day my family was executed.” Wiktor sat there for a while, just staring at the floor recalling that dreadful day. After a minute or so he was taken out of this trance by someone shouting by the bar counter. This time a soldier’s friend actually stole his beer and drank most of it. These soldiers, hard too believe these simple, relaxing men were also the men who fearlessly stormed Omaha Beach on D-day.
This thought made him once again glance up at the Sergeant and smiled. “You want another drink Sergeant, it’s on me.” Wiktor waited for a reply as put away his lighter into his inside jacket pocket, along with his small container. He then glanced back at the Sergeant, and waited for a word from him before he called Mr. Hardley over too their table.
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Dec 24, 2009 9:39:19 GMT -5
Wiktor chuckled inside his head. How many times do you see a commanding officer and a soldier talking over a couple of beers. But Wiktor liked this, officers should get too know their soldiers in a “natural setting”. The two men quickly greeted each and began talking first about the division, now it was moving more personal. “Well Sergeant, I come from Poland, around the city of Warsaw, the capital of the nation.” Wiktor lifted his glass and took a big sip of the beer, letting the contents gently roll down his throat. Wiktor leaned back on his chair and glanced around. The bar was receiving more occupants now, but there was still a good level of room.
Wiktor sat forward again and turned to face the man in front of him. “I moved to America after Poland was attacked by the German Army, barely made it out. After that I signed up for the army and here I am now.” Wiktor turned as a man cheered from a card table; obviously he had one a round, or maybe the entire game. “Excuse me for a moment.” Wiktor stood up and walked over to where the bar keeper was standing. “Sir, do you allow smoking in this bar?” Mr. Hardley glanced up and replied,”sure do, your one of the first too actually ask me, thank you for that.” Wiktor nodded and walked over to where the Sergeant was still sitting.
“Sergeant, I’ve read your profile, so I do know quite a bit about you, your past, why you joined, etc. But if there’s anything else that you didn’t put down, please, tell me, I would like to get too know you better.” Wiktor once again took a seat opposite of the Sergeant. He reached inside his coat pocket and grasped the small box he had. He pulled it out and set it on the table. “Sergeant, do you smoke?” As Wiktor asked this he opened the container too reveal small cigarettes stacked next to each other and pushed it toward the Sergeant.
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Dec 24, 2009 7:30:48 GMT -5
NOTE: James is having the bar keeper have some big accent, but I can not do this so on my posts the bar keeper will be talking normally, sorry if this is a problem
The day was going wonderful for Wiktor. The sun was shining, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky, and a light breeze was gently flowing through the air. Also for once Wiktor didn’t have a mountain of paperwork at his desk, no training or drills, nothing, the entire day was open and free for him. With the war heating up, days like this were rare, and greatly cherished. Wiktor lurked around base for awhile until he came upon the bases garage and repair facility. There he found out that there was a spare jeep available for use. Wiktor decided to use it too ride into town, and soon he found himself going down a well paved road at 50 miles an hour with the wind rushing through his hair.
A building rose up in the distance among the trees, almost hidden, but still quite visible. Wiktor identified this place as the Blue Barrel Bar from its large sky blue sign at the front of the building. Wiktor remembered hearing some soldiers talk about how this was the best bar for miles and miles around, served some of the best liquor you could ask for. Wiktor decided that this was an ideal place to go for today, he could enjoy a good beer or two, catch up on local news, and maybe even chat too some of the other soldiers stationed here. Wiktor drove the jeep and parked it under some trees to the right of the building on a small sandy lot. He then walked up to the door and gently pushed it open.
Wiktor walked in and glanced around at his surroundings. The bar was pretty small, as bars go, but it still had a warm and comfortable feeling around it. There was a narrow avenue going through the center all the way to the long oak bar table where the bar keeper stood ready to serve. Too either side were booths lining the wall where customers could sit and chat. In between the booths and the avenue were tables made so that one could sit down with his buddies and play a game of cards. Wiktor walked up to the bar and the bar keeper came over.
Wiktor looked up at the bar keeper and began to talk, “Hello sir….” “You can call me Mr. Hardley soldier,” the bar keeper quickly replied in a cheerful tone, “but I’ve never seen you before.” “I’m second lieutenant Wiktor Boguslaw, I’ve been stationed here with the 1st armored division a few miles from here.” “I see, well what will it be today Mr. Boguslaw,” Mr. Hardley asked as he took up a glass and began cleaning it with a small white rag. “I’ll take the best beer you have; I’m quite new to this bar.” “Coming right up lieutenant.”
Wiktor turned around as the bar keeper left too fulfill his order and glanced about the room. There were soldiers here and there talking with friends and booths, there was even a heated card game in one of the corners. The bar keeper soon came back and placed a cold glass brimming with golden beer next too Wiktor. Wiktor took the glass up and swallowed a bit, and was shocked at the taste. “This is certainly some of the best beer I’ve ever had Mr. Hardley.” “Why thanks, that’s certainly what a lot of folks say,” Mr. Hardley replied in a happy voice with a little hint of pride.
“By the way, you said you’re from the 1st armored division.” Wiktor nodded to this question as he took yet another sip from his glass. “So you’re with the sergeant over there, Sergeant James West.” Mr. Hardley pointed across the room at a soldier sitting alone at one of the booths, seeming at home with this place. Wiktor nodded, “yes, I believe he is actually a new guy coming into my company, I never had the chance to meet him.” Wiktor slid some money over to the bar keeper too pay for his drink and stood up from his chair. He had decided this was a great chance to meet the man that would be fighting under his command.
Wiktor walked across the floor, dodging the tables that littered about. When he got too the booth that the Sergeant was in, the Sergeant turned toward him. “Are you Sergeant James West” “Yes I am,” the man replied. Wiktor say down across the table from him and placed his glass on the table. “My name is Wiktor Boguslaw, it’s nice to finally meet you sergeant.”
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Dec 22, 2009 17:45:50 GMT -5
Hola Amigos!
I'm back from the 80 degree weather of Cancun, Mexico (already missing it).
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Dec 13, 2009 16:28:39 GMT -5
Hey, my family and I are going too Mexico from December 16 too December 23. I am saying this partly because I think i'm supposed too, and partly because I am part of Waltz in the Woods, so if my turn comes while i'm gone, now you know why. Thanks for understanding.
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Dec 12, 2009 10:40:22 GMT -5
OOC: your map Walter shows that we have only 7 alive NPC's, only two died, we should have 8 Wiktor leaned against the cold wall as he thought over the situation. They were definitely down one man, the man hit by the sniper, and maybe two since he heard a German grenade go off. He knew that they were going all wrong with this fight, they couldn’t just sit here, it was time to take the fight to the enemy. Wiktor sat up, brushed the dirt off his pants, and ran over too where Daniel was. “Daniel, we can’t win the battle like this, we have to move. Take the four men near you and move west, keeping on the outskirts of the field. If you see any Germans, and you can get a CLEAN shot, and then take it, we need to thin their numbers. Also if you find that sniper, do not kill him, unless he fights back, I want him captured.” Wiktor ran back to the four soldiers positioned to the south and gathered them together. “Alright men, we are going to attack the enemy. You four need to follow me, were going to move west and take them out, if you see the enemy, alert me, but do not fire until told to do so, am I clear?” The soldiers gently nodded their heads as they picked up their gear and stood at attention. “Alright, let’s go.” Wiktor began walking west through the trees, not finding any sign of life. I hope they’re not all in the north, or Daniels going to get hell. After a few minutes Wiktor halted the men and peered out into the distance. A house loomed in the distance, and the obvious presence of life was inside. Doubt there are civilians here, must be the Krauts. Wiktor turned around toward the men and beckoned them closer. “Alright men, the enemy is dead ahead of us. We are going to engage them, have no mercy. I want you two too land a couple of grenades into that trench; I imagine they have soldiers there. Make sure that one lands in the north part, and the other in the south part, but wait for my signal. You two follow me.” Wiktor crawled up until he found a foxhole. “You two, in here.” The soldiers nodded in unison and positioned themselves inside. Wiktor walked a few paces up until he found a suitable large tree. He noticed that there was a German soldier darting in and out from behind a tree. He then turned around too the two soldiers with the grenades and signaled them too throw. He then turned toward the two men in the foxhole, and told them too fire at the windows of the house, finding targets, and taking them out. Just before the grenades went off, Wiktor faced the German behind the tree, sighted on him with his M1, and opened fire.
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Nov 18, 2009 9:56:49 GMT -5
Wiktor was pondering his next move when a shot rang out. An allied soldier by the window collapsed and cried in pain. Wiktor jumped up and grabbed his M1, “Sniper! Get down!” Wiktor dove toward the ground and crawled toward the injured soldier. His left shoulder was bleeding heavily, and Wiktor knew that soon this man could die. “Do we have a medic, we got an injured man over here, and we need to get him out of here!” Wiktor pulled the man over to the eastern wall away from the enemy. Already the Allied soldiers began firing in the direction of the snipers shot. Wiktor pressurized the wound on the soldier to attempt to halt the blood flow.
“Daniel, we have to find that sniper, also the enemy knows we’re here for certain now, our position has been discovered, prepare the men for combat!” Wiktor called over an Allied soldier to tend to the injured man as best as he could. Then Wiktor crawled over to a window and peered through. There was no sign of the enemy, but he knew that the sniper was lurking out there. Dammit, we have to find that sniper, or he’s just going to pick us off one by one.
“Men, look out for the enemy, they may advance soon. If you spot them, open fire!” Wiktor leaned back against the wall and wondered if he should tell the men to advance. Wiktor went over to Daniel, “do you think we should advance? We know the enemy is somewhere to the Northwest now, it’s just a matter of action.” We have to act soon, there’s not telling what else the enemy has in store for us.
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Nov 15, 2009 9:21:32 GMT -5
Wiktor turned around as he heard approaching footsteps echoing on the wood floor. It was an allied soldier approaching him who quickly informed him that it was his job to make sure Wiktor was protected in the upcoming engagement. Wiktor acknowledged this with a smile and turned back toward the window he was glancing out at. Technician doesn’t want me to get hurt, must be worried that if something happens to me it will automatically be viewed as his “fault”.Wiktor continued to look outside at the dense woodland terrain. The fog is lifting, that won’t be good for our cover, but maybe we will be able to spot the enemy.
Wiktor turned toward and walked over to where Daniel was currently setting up his TNT charges. “Daniel, send one more man toward our right flank from inside this house, I don’t like how weak we are there, our how many men we have in here. Also, any sign of enemy movement from your men? This dead silence isn’t going well, could mean there sneaking up on us, or that Intel is wrong and there are no Germans here.” Wiktor began walking about checking the barricade on the west door as well as the interior of the house in general. Everything seems in order, now it’s time for one of us to make a move.
Wiktor walked over to each individual soldier and prompted them to lay low and avoid fully showing themselves in the windows. Finally he walked over and sat himself down in a chair on the east wall as he began thinking about the past hour. No sign of enemy activity, were are they?
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Nov 13, 2009 22:00:09 GMT -5
you bought those? I dont posses them, are they fun, and are they good compared to the other C&C games?
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Nov 13, 2009 17:32:42 GMT -5
Same, love how you have like 10 games in one
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Nov 13, 2009 17:23:08 GMT -5
Have this game, its pretty fun, nice war RTS game.
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Nov 11, 2009 19:28:48 GMT -5
You get a white flag
I insert a smoke grenade
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Nov 6, 2009 16:37:53 GMT -5
Wiktor stood for a moment feeling the cold rain dripping down his uniform. All of a sudden a cold breeze blew through taking him out of deep thought; it was time to act against the enemy. He began forming a strategy as soon as he turned to face Daniel and the rest of the men.
“Daniel, I want you to send four men and yourself to secure the house, use anything inside for cover, and don’t stand openly in front of the windows, it will just give away your position. Try to barricade the western door so the enemy may not advance through it, and by god watch out for grenades. But before you do that position the other six in foxholes and by trees for cover. I want these men not too far away from the house, but not near enough that they are easily spotted. Stealth is a must and do not give away your positions until they are compromised. One last thing, I believe there is a trench in front of the house, you may move your men up there but that is your choice.”
Wiktor did not wait for a reply as he walked away and silently loaded a clip into his M1 Garand. He crawled up to the eastern side of the house and then stopped and listened. After hearing nothing he continued to the edge of the wall and peered out. Due to the thick foliage he could not see anything and returned to his original place by the door. He glanced at Daniel to make sure he was positioning the men accordingly to the plan that was laid out.
Wiktor glanced at the weather worn walls of this small cottage and wondered how much cover this could really supply them, but it was the best they had. Wiktor stood up and quietly opened the door as he beckoned Daniel to follow.
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Nov 4, 2009 16:27:37 GMT -5
Wikor leaned against a tree feeling the tough bark on his back as he slowly shifted his feet while deep in though. He was everything but scared at this moment, this was going to be his first sight of action in his military carrier. He studied his surroundings and cursed the clouds and rain, it will be almost impossible to spot the enemy in this weather. He glanced over at Daniel Steinert, his fellow soldier for this battle. I hope this man will be ready for combat, I have a feeling this won’t be an easy battle.
Wiktor walked toward Daniel and told him to assemble his platoon as Wiktor prepared for the briefing before the battle. As soon as the men were assembled he began. “I am Wiktor Boguslaw, 2nd Lieutenant of the 69th armored division. I have been sent here to inform you on the task at hand, as well as lend aid to the upcoming battle. We have been sent to these woods to clear out an enemy platoon sighted in the area. We are not sure why there are here, but that doesn’t matter, we just want them out. Our Intel also shows that they have around the same force as we do, so this will be an even fight, any side can win. This weather will severely limit your sight, so be on the lookout at all times, ambush will always be a possibility. Go ahead and prepare for the battle, further orders will be sent later.”
Wiktor walked over to Daniel as the platoon spread out and began organizing weaponry and equipment. “Let the men rest for now, but on my signal I want you to send four men into the house and then send the other six to the left side of the house in the foliage, not too far away from the house though, that is as much as I can say at this moment, we must now wait for the enemy to act on their behalf.” Witor walked over to a nearby rock and sat down on it and began preparing his M1 as well as mentally bracing for the battle ahead.
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Nov 3, 2009 16:14:00 GMT -5
Yay! We can start now, get the battle ready Walter. And Heydrich, your going to pwneth us? We'll see about that!!!
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