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Volunteers of America: A War RP
« on: March 13, 2009, 11:08:14 pm »
Cantar Conejos, South Altomesa
June 24, 1969

Dear Molly,

Sorry to keep you waiting so long... But today is my fourth anniversary of my deployment to Altomesa.
Four years, Molly. Four damn years. Four ****ing god damned years since I volunteered and their isn't a minute of everyday that I haven't regretted it. Hell, with all I've seen, if I could somehow go back four years and tell myself what I would go through, what I have seen done for this damn quest for "worldwide liberty and freedom" he would have **** his paints and cried himself into a coma. I mean hell, who would have thought those damn Commie's would show up in Africa? I beat half the free world expected Southern Asia and the South Sea's to turn first but nope, they had to go and set up here, in this damn tropical hellhole! At least those Asian places had beaches, and Mangoes, and  pretty women. All this place has is tripmines and roiting folliage, hardly a place to kick back and relax. Man, their isn't even a decent army to fight against, just a bunch of ragtag African Mercs and about a hundred thousand NA guerrillas waiting to ripe your head off and stick it on a pike. Man, if only those saps back in the states knew what was happening here, maybe they could do something about this mess, vote on it or something, just anything to stop this ****. Awe hell, maybe it's not just the war, maybe I'm just a little homesick. I sure do miss you Molly, the way you kiss and hug me. Just righting this is making me miss you greatly. Maybe they'll give me a leave one day so I can come home for a bit and spend some time with you. I doubt they'd let that happen though, they need all the men they got over here, fighting the good fight. The good fight, what a load of horse ****. What good is fighting for these guys anyhow? I mean it's just a fight between one small capitalist hellhole and one small communist hellhole, how the hell can that affect the world in any god damn way! I mean come on, is my life and the lives of thousands of Americans really worth a bunch of stinking Africans savages and their petty fight over what government is right for them? Hell, I'm starting to ramble. Anyway, I'm almost out of paper and I need to get to what I need to say. I got a mission from command and it's a big one. They won't even tell me what it is, all they told me was how far I needed to go. That's all I can really say about that, mostly because of classified crap and all that junk.  Anyway, I love you doll and I always will. Hope to see you soon baby.

Your Honey Cake,

Captain Jacob Rosenwein
4th Infantry Division


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   It was nine o'clock in Cantar Conjeo and Jacob was smoking what would probably be his last cigarette for a while. He puffed it slowly, letting the rich smoke fill his lungs and then letting it go. He looked out over the city, over the Spanish style facades and tiled roofs which grew illuminated with each passing minute under the rising moon. He wondered if would ever see the moon as full as it was ever again or if he would be dead before that time. He knew he had to die soon. After all, almost all his buddies had kicked it long ago and even then none of his surviving friends were here with him. They were all over at Walter Reed, breathing through iron lungs and getting their food through tubes. It was only when the hot ash began to burn his fingers that he was finally brought out of thought. He flicked his cigarette butt out the window he was leaning on and walked to the table in the middle of his room. On the table sat his equipment for the upcoming mission. A pack with provisions for next couple weeks, a Colt Commando sub machine gun with ten clips of ammo, his trusty service pistol, and an ammo box filled with any other piece of useful junk he happened to pick up from around town. He carefully picked up each of his equipment, fitting them into any free pocket or strap on him before finally grabbing his captains cap of the front hanger and leaving the room. He had pretty much filled the ammo box with everything he had since he figured that he probably wouldn't be coming back, not alive anyway. The mission meeting spot was across the city at a small shack in the harbor district. He moved quickly through the cobble stoned streets. There was nary a soul out that night except for a couple drunk grunts coming from the bar or a few newbie FOB's who couldn't find their assigned housing. A quiet fog that drifted out of the sea soon began linger past each house and door, giving the city an ethereal look. Soon the entire city was under it's rich blanket. Jacob tried his best to keep moving. He finally made his way to the shack, where he hoped his men would be waiting. He had hoped that the higher up's had taken his personal recommendation's for the positions but he had his doubts. He figured they probably gave him a bunch of old men like himself, just to give them to the enemy and put them out of their misery. He checked the door and finding it locked began to knock. A stark black marine opened the door.

"You must be the Cap'm" said the marine

"Damn right I am" replied Jacob.

"Welcome, sir." he said smiling "The men are already out back and in the boat. It's through that door on the left."

"Thanks soldier" said Jacob, giving the man a pat on the soldier.

He made his way through the shack and opened the back door.
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Re: Volunteers of America: A War RP
« Reply #1 on: March 16, 2009, 04:06:19 pm »
"Sir!" Randall saluted as the Captain walked in "Lieutenant Randal Veers reporting, sir!"

Randal had been sitting in a chair with a pad of paper. He was working on a map of the town from memory, highlighting all of his favorite places. It was something he did every place he had visited. He held the pad and the pen behind his back as he saluted, it seemed best not to bother the Captain with them. His uniform was clean and recently pressed and he had just shaved not an hour before. Randal was working as best he could for his promotion. He knew it wasn't far off and could almost taste it. If he could just make captain he'd be able to do something with his life and buy his girl that ring for her finger.

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Re: Volunteers of America: A War RP
« Reply #2 on: March 16, 2009, 04:45:02 pm »
Brian pushed himself off the wall he had been leaning against, standing at attention as he had been trained, and saluted the Captain, though he didn't identify himself.

He held his rifle against him, it was something he rarely put down. Brian didn't trust the natives, thinking that they might secretly hate the Americans, and jump at the chance to ambush an American soldier if he let his guard down. His own uniform was slightly dirty, but he was clean-shaven. Brian didn't really care about promotions, so long as he got to pop as many Commie heads as he could. He carried on him almost a huge amount of ammo for his rifle, feeling a bit paranoid about running out during the mission.

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Re: Volunteers of America: A War RP
« Reply #3 on: March 16, 2009, 05:32:03 pm »
Curtis casually stands, rising out of the slump lean against the wall. He left the rifle where he had sat and began to walk towards the captain. Rapidly drawing a lighter out of his belt, he lights a cigarette, cupping the cancer stick as he lights it. He does this in one sinuous motion, a movement he has had plenty of practice at. A five day stubble of black hair lines his cheeks, and shaved black hair stood in harmony to dark brown eyes.

Shifting the cigarette from one side of his mouth to the other, he salutes the Captain. running one cautious eye over the other troops, he says, "Specialist Curtis Brady reporting, sir."
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Re: Volunteers of America: A War RP
« Reply #4 on: March 16, 2009, 06:25:44 pm »
Sitting at a small table in the corner of the room, Ian was tinkering with a clock he had found in the town, salvaging what he could from it and filling his satchels with nuts, bolts, springs and other parts.  Sighing as the Captain came in, he slowly stood up, made a casual salute while muttering "Master Specialist Ian Kelling." before sitting back down and returning to his work, his rifle proped up against the wall next to him.
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« Reply #5 on: March 16, 2009, 07:17:57 pm »
"At ease" said Jacob.

He stared in silent wonder at the men in the room. These definitely weren't the seasoned recruits he asked for. He sighed inwardly; he knew he'd have to break these fellows in as soon as they all got on the boat. It was too risky to have any of them crack behind enemy lines. He strolled into the center off the room. A table was in the middle of it, surrounded by chairs and men. He took a seat at the nearest empty one and rested his arms on the table so that they could clearly see the bullet scars the riddled his arms.

"So, any you here haven't introduced yourselves yet?"
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« Reply #6 on: March 16, 2009, 07:50:12 pm »
Curtis lets his arm drop down, spinning on his heels. He surveys the small room, then joins the man sitting at the small table. He walks up and pulls out a chair. He sits in it with the air of someone who is used to people tolerating him, whether they like or not.

"What ya gonna make for the trip? I'm a bit of an engineer myself."
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« Reply #7 on: March 16, 2009, 07:57:54 pm »
"Got nothing in mind just yet.  We'll how things play out." he said in a quiet voice, not taking his eyes off the clock as he pryed out another gear.  His train of though was interupted as a spring came loose and suddenly launched upwards, eventually comming to a rest near his feet.  Reaching down to pocket the spring, Ian spoke up again.  "I did my homework.  I know who you are and I'm glad I've got another engie' on the squad, and a demolitions at that."  Ian glanced up at Curtis with a quirked smile as he got back in his seat, "I think we're gonna get along just fine."
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Re: Volunteers of America: A War RP
« Reply #8 on: March 16, 2009, 08:20:26 pm »
Brian went back to learning against the wall, rifle held against his front as he listened to the other soldiers. This place is definitely exotic... pest-filled... diseased... Damn, Africa sucks. I thought I'd get to go to a nicer place, than this run-down continent... He sighed, and sat an empty table as he checked his rifle for the 15th time today. He didn't have much else to do in this backwater place.

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« Reply #9 on: March 16, 2009, 08:37:59 pm »
Curtis grins, "While we're here, why don't you make a better denator, hm?"

Curtis chuckles softly, then continues, "Still, good to know somebody is gonna back me up in this place."

He smiles and extends out his hand, "You back me up, and I'll back you up, okay?"
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« Reply #10 on: March 16, 2009, 08:41:36 pm »
Randall grinned as he listened to the banter in the room and sat back down. He resumed his map but kept an ear out in case anything interesting was said.

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« Reply #11 on: March 16, 2009, 08:56:43 pm »
Ian chuckled and returned the gesture.  "It's a bet!" he said with a smile.  Yay, he made a friend!  First time for everything in this humid hell-hole.
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« Reply #12 on: March 16, 2009, 09:19:30 pm »
"Sir!", Mattheus said, walking in from the other side of the boat before saluting at Jacob. "Specialist Mattheus Mendelssohn reporting in!"

Mattheus' form was clean and sophisticated from the top of his cleanly shaved face to the bottom of his sparkling leather boots. He seemed more like an office person than a frontline soldier.

After saluting to Jacob, he promptly made his way to a small chair right beside Ian. Sitting down, he ran his fingers along the inside of his medical bag that he carried right alongside him, checking if he got everything in order and whether he got everything he needed from the base.

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« Reply #13 on: March 16, 2009, 09:52:43 pm »
Curtis briefly glances up at the newcomer, a smile touching his lips, "Hello. I'm Curtis, Curt for short. What's your name?"
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« Reply #14 on: March 16, 2009, 10:21:45 pm »
"Mattheus Mendelssohn. Matt for short.", Mattheus replied with a moderate smile.

"I hear you two are the team's engies. We'll be counting on you guys for the more technical aspects of the mission then.", he said, looking over at Ian with a smile being setting his sights back at Curtis. "If ever you guys feel the need for some medical back-up, just call my name. From here on out, I'll be the team medic, mmkay?"