Summer of '69(Vietnam War Horror)(OOC)(OPEN)

[Bolslania]

Name: Johnathan McBryde

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Age: 22
Army: US Army
Rank: Sgt
Time Spent in 'Nam: 3 Years
Weapons: M2 Flamethrower, M1911
M.O.S (What do you do?): Combat Engineer (Flamethrower)
General Personality Description: Desensitized to violence, Johnathan kills first and asks questions later, wanting to go home in one pice and finish his enlistment with the same amunt of limbs as he started by all means.
Biography (2 paragraphs at least): Born in Texas in 1947, Johnathan grew up in the household of a WW2 veteran and a nurse. His father was a draftee, wounded at D-Day and discharged after a stay at a hospital in Britian afterwards, losing half of his arm. His father would fall for one of the nurses that treated him, and after the war they would wed and move back to Texas where they would raise up a family. Despite his handycap, he was still able to raise up a family, and Johnathan lived a relatively normal childhood until he graduated high school while his father worked on the family ranch with Johnathan's uncle. In 1966, Johnathan would recieve a draft card in the mail, and be conscripted into the army.

After completing training as a combat engineer, Johnathan would ship to Vietnam to serve many tours doing many jobs, from creating roads, to building FOBs, even crawling through tunnels and blowing up Viet Cong weapons caches, as a combat engineer Johnathan faced a wide array of duties in his service. He would rise through the ranks, as the lifespan for combat engineers ever dwindled due to their dangerous jobs, leaving much room for promotion in an already exceptionally dangerous war, and eventually he would be issued a flamethrower to be used for "clearing out foilage" in the combat zone. This is his last tour before his enlistment ends, and after survivng so long in combat he refuses to let his guard down, hoping that he can survive long enough to make it home after seeing the horriors of war.

Accepted

[Bolslania]

What "supernatural force" is supposed to be going on here? Aliens? Zombies? Ghosts?

I feel like the GM is leaving it vague on purpose to give us a sense of mystery.

GM is in fact leaving it vague to give a sense of mystery

[Bolslania]

Name: Elmo "Black Bear" Bridges

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Age: 28
Army: United States Air Force
Rank: Staff Sgt (E-5)
Time Spent in 'Nam: 3 years In Nam, 1 year in Loas
Weapons: M16A1, GUU-5/P, M1911
M.O.S (What do you do?): 1Z251-Combat Controller (Team Lead)
General Personality Description: Black Bear is known to be a jokester that takes himself seriously. He is also known to be a smart ass and Sarcastic
Biography (2 paragraphs at least): Elmo Was born on the Creek Reservation to the Daughter of the Creek Nation Chief, and a German soldier that had decided to stay in the US after WW1 was over. When Elmo was a kid they moved from the Reservation In Oklahoma to the Town of Muenstar, TX, a small German Ranching Town in North East Texas. They lived their a year before Elmo's father had a run in with the local KKK Chapter over being married to a Indian and so the family ran out of town before anything bad could happen. They drove through the night with only the clothes on their back, when the family's truck broke down by a ranch in the Small Town of Alvord, TX. The Ranch Owner, offered to room Elmo's family and fix their truck in return for work. What was suppose to be a few weeks job, turned into a permanent job for Elmo's Dad. Elmo was enrolled in the Local school, where He was a local star on the football and baseball teams.

Elmo Graduated high school at the age of 18, the first of his family to do so. After hearing stories of the military life from his dad and other veterans in his community, Elmo had decided to go and enlist. He enlisted in the USAF, and during Basic Training was Selected to try out for the Combat Control teams. After his training, He was first Stationed in Germany, and then in Florida, where He'd be deployed to Laos as a Butterfly. After his Deployment, he PCS to Japan, where Just a year later he was deployed to Vietnam. 2 years later he had returned to Japan, to turn around in 6 months and return to Vietnam, and in 6 months return to Japan after a injury suffered in Combat.

His Time in Laos and Vietnam saw him grow a reputation in the Special Forces community as a excellent Air Traffic Controller, a Forward Air Controller, and Special Operations Trooper. He was again deployed to Vietnam to Firebase Whitworth In the Lead of a 4 man Combat Control Team.


Name: Clark "Superman" Kent

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Age:29
Army: United States Army
Rank: 1st Lt
Time Spent in 'Nam: 3 years total
Weapons: Stoner 63 Assualt rifle and gear to convert it to LMG, M16A1, M1911, Frag and Smoke Grenades
M.O.S (What do you do?): Special Operations Officer
General Personality Description: Clark is known to be a serious person, but is willing to put his life and career on the line for those under his command
Biography (2 paragraphs at least): Born to A Radio and Newspaper Reporter in Kansas City, KS, Clark had a rough time growing up, constantly being made fun of for having the same name as Superman. This urged him to become one of the smartest and most athletic kids in his school, becoming a highly prized Three sport athlete, winning state championships in Football, and Baseball, while falling short in Basketball. Despite this, locals still made fun of him for having the same name as Superman.

Upon Graduation he was accepted into West point, where the Bullying followed him, along with hazing by class mates when ever he failed. Despite this He became the Starting QB for West Point's football team and lead them to 3 national Championships and graduating at the top of his class, the nickname superman went from poking fun of him to a nickname of respect, but this didn't matter to the People that Ran the Army SF Q course, who rubbed it in his face every time Clark came up short, but again he showed them wrong, this time earning the respect of his instructors.

The Nickname Superman stayed with as he granted and received his Green Beret. Again he came under fire for the name at his first unit, where on a deployment to Laos, the name finally stuck as a sign of respect. He followed this up with 2 more successful deployments to Vietnam. He had earned a reputation for losing hardly anyone and getting the job done, and this has started a legend about him among the Allied Troops, and the North Vietnamese as a soldier you didn't want to duck with was the Man with Red and Blue S on his Helmet. He is currently serving a third tour in Vietnam leading a ODA of Green Berets.

Superman is accepted

[Czervenika]

I will try to finish up my character some time today or tomorrow. It's Canadian Thanksgiving weekend so I've been a bit busy.

[South Americanastan]

Name: Henry "Excess" Smith

Age: 25
Army: Australian Army
Rank: Sergeant
Time Spent in 'Nam: 2 Years (1966, 1969)
Weapons:
L1A1 SLR modified to be fully automatic using an L2A1 Lower Receiver.
Browning Hi-Power
Machete
M.O.S (What do you do?): SASR - Long Range Reconnaissance
General Personality Description: Henry is known for his brutality, often known for going out of his way to kill "Those Commie fucks", however, he shows a soft side, playing guitar in his spare time and generally tends to be a sociable person.
Biography (2 paragraphs at least):

Born July 3rd, 1944, in Adelaide, Australia, Henry Smith was born in the ass end of World War Two. His family was relatively wealthy, and he received a high-end education. From his youth, he idolized soldiers, specifically paratroopers, his interests advancing from playing with toy soldiers to shooting BB Guns at his friends, once breaking his leg "HALOing" from the 2nd floor window of his house with an umbrella as a parachute. He became a star Rugby player in his youth, playing Blindside Flanker for his Secondary School and earning an offer from a local professional Rugby team. However, his idolization of soldiers prevailed, and he enlisted in 1962.

By 1964, he had passed selection for SASR, and was assigned to 3 Squadron. He saw his first action when he was deployed to Vietnam in 1966. His experience jolted his romanticized expectations of war from his head, and he quickly became envious of Squadrons 1 and 2, who were "Living the Good Life" in Borneo. He became experience in Long Range Recon Patrols, and adapted to the Vietnamese environment. Chief among these adaptations was an increase in brutality, he began double and triple tapping hostiles, not to ensure death, but to make it just that more painful. His brutality only became worse after after VC ambush killed half of his squad, including one of his best friends. He often plunged combat knives into his dead foes, pinning them to trees and leaving it there as a warning to their comrades. During this stretch, he gained the callsign, "Excess", for his excessive use of force against hostiles. In February 1967, his unit was recalled from Vietnam, cycled out for the 1st Squadron SASR.

He spent his time between then and his second deployment with family when he could, and picked up a hobby in guitar. Many of his major problems caused by the war lessened, and he became a much more social person, opening up and going to a professional therapist. However, in 1969, his unit was called back in-country, and he followed. His brutality quickly regained shape, though in a lesser form from his first tour. As opposed to the disrespect and rage-induced violence he exhibited in his first-tour, his actions were much more cold and calculated. He would stop the patrols he now commanded at the slightest sound of foreign movement, looking for Viet Cong or PAVN fighters among the treelines. While this consistently annoyed the men under his command, it saved considerable amounts of SASR lives, and helped fill his need for VC blood.

[Great Confederacy of Commonwealth States]

Name: Nguyễn Nhật Khương

Age: 28
Army: People's Army of Vietnam
Rank: Lieutenant
Time Spent in 'Nam: All his life
Weapons:
AKM
Type 30 Bayonet
Makarov PM
Grenades
M.O.S (What do you do?): Infantry unit leader (platoon)
General Personality Description: Nhật has gone through quite the transformation in the past two years. Before the TET offensive, he was of the gloomy sort; having never seen peace in his life, and now being a part of the war himself, he never thought he would get to taste the fruit of his labour, and live the life that was promised to him by the literature he was so fond of. However, all that changed when the TET offensive put the mighty American army and their fascist stooges in the South on their back legs. While the offensive was overal not a victory, it did show that the behemoth was not unstoppable, and that changed Nhât considerably. Raised to the position of lieutenant after his conduct during the offensive, he has found himself a far more optimistic outlook on life and the war, believing peace is achievable within his lifetime. However, he has also grown more fericious and angered in his hatred towards the South and the US; part of his closest family happened to survive the Son My massacre, but many family members didn't.

Apart from that, Nhât is a more quiet soul, not overly charismatic but pleasant to be around, and with a clever disposition. He doesn't try to be likable, but rather does his job to the best of his abilities in the hope that his comrades will respect him for that. Apart from that, he is interested in literature, and one of the few in his company to speak a second language, namely French. Apart from political theory, Nhât enjoys 19th century French adventure novels, such as the Count of Monte Christo, and he is an overal fan of the work of Dumas.
Biography: Born in Son My in 1941, Nguyễn Nhật Khương has known nothing but war is entire life. First it was the Japanese invaders, then the French colonialists. There was always fighting somewhere in the country, even if not all of it reached Son My. The political upheaval in the country rocked every city and town. The province of Quảng Ngãi was one of the first to organise self defence units in 1945, and the family of Nhât were proud supporters of this effort, being of convinced communist stock. They were poor, however, and in the new Vietnam, there was very little hope for their children ever to get the education or freedom they needed to really see the world, like their parents had always wanted for them. Nhât himself proved to be inquisitive, but most of all very fond of his family, often playing with his cousins or instructing them when they were helping their parents work the fields. Being the young romantic, Nhât met his later wife there, althought it would be a very long time before they actually came together as a couple, after Nhât and his parents returned from the North.

After the division of Vietnam, Nhât, his siblings and his parents moved north to Hanoi, both in search of occupation, fleeing from southern violence, and hoping to embrace the communist utopia. One of his sisters did not make the journey, which was gruelling and fraught with danger, but eventually it proved succesful. Nhât was provided a free education while his parents laboured in a factory. This was just in time, as in the South, the military suppression of dissidents was just getting started. Nhât himself was conscripted in 1965 at age 24, while halfway through his economic studies at Hanoi university. After basic training, Nhât was mostly engaged in garrison duty and some reserve action, never shooting his rifle in anger until 1968, when he was deployed in the TET offensive. This required him to march down the Trail, a gruelling experience during which his own move to Hanoi proved a useful experience. During the offensive, he grew as a soldier and as a leader of men, and when he had to retreat from the South with a battered platoon and without commanding officers, he was made lieutenant for his efforts.

For a year, his unit and Nhât were mostly recuperating back home. He was actually supposed to rest for longer following his deployment, and he was supposed to finish his studies, but when news of the Son My massacre reached the city he immediately demanded he be redeployed, and his commanders acquiesced to his demands. In this capacity, he got to contribute to the defence of the North, and soon, he found himself engaged in the battle around Firebase Whitworth

[Chrystle]

I think Vietnamese peoples calling eachother by their first name rather than the middle one, which means you should refer to him as Khương.

[Bolslania]

Name: Nguyễn Nhật Khương

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Age: 28
Army: People's Army of Vietnam
Rank: Lieutenant
Time Spent in 'Nam: All his life
Weapons:
AKM
Type 30 Bayonet
Makarov PM
Grenades
M.O.S (What do you do?): Infantry unit leader (platoon)
General Personality Description: Nhật has gone through quite the transformation in the past two years. Before the TET offensive, he was of the gloomy sort; having never seen peace in his life, and now being a part of the war himself, he never thought he would get to taste the fruit of his labour, and live the life that was promised to him by the literature he was so fond of. However, all that changed when the TET offensive put the mighty American army and their fascist stooges in the South on their back legs. While the offensive was overal not a victory, it did show that the behemoth was not unstoppable, and that changed Nhât considerably. Raised to the position of lieutenant after his conduct during the offensive, he has found himself a far more optimistic outlook on life and the war, believing peace is achievable within his lifetime. However, he has also grown more fericious and angered in his hatred towards the South and the US; part of his closest family happened to survive the Son My massacre, but many family members didn't.

Apart from that, Nhât is a more quiet soul, not overly charismatic but pleasant to be around, and with a clever disposition. He doesn't try to be likable, but rather does his job to the best of his abilities in the hope that his comrades will respect him for that. Apart from that, he is interested in literature, and one of the few in his company to speak a second language, namely French. Apart from political theory, Nhât enjoys 19th century French adventure novels, such as the Count of Monte Christo, and he is an overal fan of the work of Dumas.
Biography: Born in Son My in 1941, Nguyễn Nhật Khương has known nothing but war is entire life. First it was the Japanese invaders, then the French colonialists. There was always fighting somewhere in the country, even if not all of it reached Son My. The political upheaval in the country rocked every city and town. The province of Quảng Ngãi was one of the first to organise self defence units in 1945, and the family of Nhât were proud supporters of this effort, being of convinced communist stock. They were poor, however, and in the new Vietnam, there was very little hope for their children ever to get the education or freedom they needed to really see the world, like their parents had always wanted for them. Nhât himself proved to be inquisitive, but most of all very fond of his family, often playing with his cousins or instructing them when they were helping their parents work the fields. Being the young romantic, Nhât met his later wife there, althought it would be a very long time before they actually came together as a couple, after Nhât and his parents returned from the North.

After the division of Vietnam, Nhât, his siblings and his parents moved north to Hanoi, both in search of occupation, fleeing from southern violence, and hoping to embrace the communist utopia. One of his sisters did not make the journey, which was gruelling and fraught with danger, but eventually it proved succesful. Nhât was provided a free education while his parents laboured in a factory. This was just in time, as in the South, the military suppression of dissidents was just getting started. Nhât himself was conscripted in 1965 at age 24, while halfway through his economic studies at Hanoi university. After basic training, Nhât was mostly engaged in garrison duty and some reserve action, never shooting his rifle in anger until 1968, when he was deployed in the TET offensive. This required him to march down the Trail, a gruelling experience during which his own move to Hanoi proved a useful experience. During the offensive, he grew as a soldier and as a leader of men, and when he had to retreat from the South with a battered platoon and without commanding officers, he was made lieutenant for his efforts.

For a year, his unit and Nhât were mostly recuperating back home. He was actually supposed to rest for longer following his deployment, and he was supposed to finish his studies, but when news of the Son My massacre reached the city he immediately demanded he be redeployed, and his commanders acquiesced to his demands. In this capacity, he got to contribute to the defence of the North, and soon, he found himself engaged in the battle around Firebase Whitworth

Accepted

[Bolslania]

You can tell me everything I did wrong.

Name: Alex Mayer

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Age: 31
Army: United States Army
Rank: Master Sergeant
Time Spent in 'Nam: 12 months
Weapons: M16 rifle, Ka-Bar Utility knife, Colt Commander
M.O.S (What do you do?): 18E- Special Forces Communications Sergeant; MACV advisor
General Personality Description: Not easily angered, can be frightened by unusual things, can sometimes be indecisive (especially when he's frightened)
Biography (2 paragraphs at least): Alexander Mayer was born to an officer in the Transportation Corps and a civil engineer- Thomas and Lucy Mayer. Alex always wanted to join the military, and his parents encouraged that ambition- they believed that the military was the best career for their child. The Mayers were a military family- Alex's father had served in the Great War, and his grandfather had served in the Spanish American War.

At school Alex was smart and quick-witted. He learnt a lot about military history, and followed the Second World War and the Korean War avidly. His older brother served in the 82nd Airborne Division during the war. When he left school, he immediately joined the Army, and was posted to the 82nd Airborne Division- his brother's unit. He joined at the end of the Korean War- he had hoped for some frontline combat. He then volunteered for Initial Accession in the Special Forces, and excelled in the training. He graduated in 1959. Through his mother, he had learnt a lot about telecommunications, and so he became a Communications Sergeant. Two years later, the 5th Special Forces Group (Airborne) was formed, and through his airborne training Alex was transferred to the new unit. After a few tours of duty around the United States and Europe, he finally volunteered for combat, and was posted to Vietnam, with another position as a MACV sergeant.

Accepted

[Bolslania]

Name: Vincent Crow

Age: 24
Army: Australian Army
Rank: Corporal
Time Spent in 'Nam: 7 months
Weapons: M79 Grenade Launcher, Owen SMG, Browning Hi-Power
M.O.S (What do you do?): Grenadier
General Personality Description: A generally amicable and friendly man, Vincent has been changed by the war. His smile is now weary and faint, and all he wants is to get out of Vietnam so he can spend another 6 months pretending that he won't have to go back. He has become desensitized to killing people, but many nights he finds himself remembering the screams and the faces of men he's killed.
Biography (2 paragraphs at least):

Born to sugarcane farmers in Queensland, Vincent spent much of his early life out in the fields, harvesting sugarcane for his father to sell. This early life gave Vincent a resilience to hard labor and the heat that persists to this day, although he still complains about the Vietnamese climate regularly. Vincent's life would take a sour turn when his uncle was killed in British Malaya when he was 10 years old. Vincent and his uncle were very close so his death affected young Vincent very strongly. Vincent's early life was rather uneventful besides that, he developed a talent for lazily working hard, much to the ire of his parents and schoolteachers.


When the Vietnam war started Vincent immediately joined up to go to Vietnam. Feeling it was a way to connect with his uncle again, seeing as how his uncle died only a few national borders away from Vietnam. Unfortunately Vietnam is not where the ADF saw fit to send the young man, and he found himself standing guard around various military installations in the middle of nowhere, Australia. Only 7 months ago was Vincent sent to Vietnam, where 2 weeks in he realized he had made a bad choice with his career. 6 months later he's on a joint military base, fighting an enemy that's everywhere at once and wouldn't hesitate to kill him in his sleep.










Name: Phạm Công Thành

Age: 23
Army: PAVN
Rank: Binh nhất (Private First Class)
Time Spent in 'Nam: Vietnamese native, 2 years of fighting time.
Weapons:
Type 56-1 Assault Rifle
4 magazines of 7.62x39mm
TT-33 pistol
2 magazines of 9mm Tokarev
4 F1 fragmentation grenades
4 anti-personnel mines
3 anti-vehicle mines
2 satchel charges
M.O.S (What do you do?): Sapper
General Personality Description: The stresses of his job as a sapper have made Pham a very calm man. He is well accustomed to the sound of bullets whizzing over his head and the screams of dying men. Unlike many of his comrades, Pham does not hold a hatred for his opposing counterparts. Rather he just wants to get the job done and go home, and if he needs to kill enemy combatants to do so then so be it.
Biography (2 paragraphs at least):

Phạm Công Thành was born in Hue city to a factory worker and seamstress for parents. They were often busy many hours of the day, and were also cripplingly poor. Ripe for communist sentiment to sprout. Pham's father took heavily to Ho Chi Minh's ideas, and the family would move to Saigon in early 1952. Pham's father would leave to fight the French in Vietnam's struggle against the French Colonial Empire, and he would never come home, forever buried in the jungles of his native country.

The loss of his father affected Pham deeply, and Pham began to take a more active role in his country's struggle for independence. He became a factory worker at the age of 16, working in a factory that produced ammunition for the war effort. When he turned 18 he joined the PAVN, initially being assigned as an AA gunner near Son La. He never actually shot down an aircraft, much to the laughter of his comrades. Just before the Tet offensive, Pham was transferred to infantry, being trained in the use of explosives and mines before heading off to fight. He saw severe action in during the Tet offensive, and the shattered remnants of his unit would be incorporated in to another battalion in Quang Nam, where his skills are being put to use to harass the Southern forces at Firebase Whitworth.

[Czervenika]

Gonna have to bow out of this one I think. I just don't have the time to commit. Have fun, all!

[Bolslania]

Gonna have to bow out of this one I think. I just don't have the time to commit. Have fun, all!

That's too bad, I wish you good luck in whatever is happening

[Herador]

Name: John Weizmann

Weiz

Gene

Bill

Age: 26
Army: US Army
Rank: Corporal
Time Spent in 'Nam: Two years and some months
Weapons:
Personal

• M1911A1
• M16
• M7 Bayonet
• 2 Smoke Grenades (Red)

Vehicle-mounted/stowed

• M2 HMG w/protected cupola (mounted)
• x2 M60 w/plate to right and left of the roof troop compartment hatch (mounted)
• Remington Model 10 (stowed next to TC seat for crew or embarked troop use)
• M3 SMG (stowed in drivers compartment as his personal weapon)
• M1911A1 (stowed in drivers compartment as his personal sidearm)
• x6 Mk 2 Fragmentation Grenade (stowed in a satchel in crew compartment)
• x4 AN-M8 smoke grenades (stowed in a satchel in crew compartment)
• M72 LAW (stowed in overhead netting in crew compartment)
• Box of "borrowed" beer (stowed next to the TC)

M.O.S: M113A1 Track Commander
General Personality Description: Often comes off as lackadaisical or aloof to the horrors of war, Weiz seems to live in his own world shared only with his Driver, PFC Johnson. The pair rely on each other heavily and are rarely seen far apart. Weiz is a heavy drinker though he typically keeps it to a light buzz so as to stay functional when on-duty, his part in the fighting of the Tet Offensive during his first months in country and the death of his first TC likely affected him deeply.
Biography: Weiz's story is one you can find across the US military: his number got called and he chose service over jail time. At first Weiz thought he got lucky, all around him guys were getting sent into the marines but him? US Army. With fingers crossed he hoped he was going to be some clerk in Saigon who could ride out the war in a nice air-conditioned room. Until he got assigned to become an M113 crewman. Still not so bad, right? A nice armored box, couldn't be too bad. The training was cake too, he was always a good driver and it only took a bit to get used to using sticks before he got real good at it, instructors even said he was a natural, this wasn't going to be so bad. Then he got to Vietnam.

The M113 was fine, he even got assigned to a newer model that took diesel, which so far as he could tell from the manual was an upgrade, but when his first job in-country was to clean the last drivers brains out of the forward compartment, Weiz started to have second thoughts. They were forward deployed, the M113 had a bad habit of losing its floor when it ran over a mine, and snipers were looking to take out armored crew any chance they could but so long as he stayed low and the infantry did their job it was all going to be fine. Weiz was disappointed when the hellhole that was Vietnam proved him wrong again. Tet, a wonderful reprieve from the fighting. Weiz couldn't tell you what it was even about, but for a week everyone stopped shooting at each other, it was Christmas in January for all he cared and he spent all that month looking forward to it while he sat holed up in a little base near Huế. Huế. That was rough. Before they had even rolled in, motorpool had strapped logs to the front and sides of their M113, Bill LBJ for damages, and they still took hits hard enough to scratch the paint. Luckily they mostly worked as an ambulance getting wounded infantry and Marines back to one of the field hospitals set up in the safer areas outside the city, which was messy but safe enough work. It seemed sweet until they were assigned to assist the main assault against the Citadel. The tankers got hit the hardest out of all the armor, Weiz had to admit, but even though Bill was never on point, the M113 still took its share of hits, so many that it got a bit of a reputation for being indestructible and it got to the point that infantry would get into arguments about who got to ride with Weiz. Shame that Bill's crew wasn't as lucky as he was. Weiz's TC went down a few days before Huế ended, a sniper took the top of his head off the one time he get on the M2 to put down covering fire.

Weiz got a replacement TC for a while, but they were eventually mustered out and Bill was left with only a single crewman yet again by the start of 1969. Someone somewhere decided it was easier to find a new driver than a new TC so Weiz got his replacement, PFC Eugene Johnson, and promotion to Corporal. Their Company was reassigned not long after to be Firebase Whitworth's tracks and ever since it's been back to it.

[Bolslania]

Name: John Weizmann

Weiz
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Gene
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Bill
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Age: 26
Army: US Army
Rank: Corporal
Time Spent in 'Nam: Two years and some months
Weapons:
Personal

• M1911A1
• M16
• M7 Bayonet
• 2 Smoke Grenades (Red)

Vehicle-mounted/stowed

• M2 HMG w/protected cupola (mounted)
• x2 M60 w/plate to right and left of the roof troop compartment hatch (mounted)
• Remington Model 10 (stowed next to TC seat for crew or embarked troop use)
• M3 SMG (stowed in drivers compartment as his personal weapon)
• M1911A1 (stowed in drivers compartment as his personal sidearm)
• x6 Mk 2 Fragmentation Grenade (stowed in a satchel in crew compartment)
• x4 AN-M8 smoke grenades (stowed in a satchel in crew compartment)
• M72 LAW (stowed in overhead netting in crew compartment)
• Box of "borrowed" beer (stowed next to the TC)

M.O.S: M113A1 Track Commander
General Personality Description: Often comes off as lackadaisical or aloof to the horrors of war, Weiz seems to live in his own world shared only with his Driver, PFC Johnson. The pair rely on each other heavily and are rarely seen far apart. Weiz is a heavy drinker though he typically keeps it to a light buzz so as to stay functional when on-duty, his part in the fighting of the Tet Offensive during his first months in country and the death of his first TC likely affected him deeply.
Biography: Weiz's story is one you can find across the US military: his number got called and he chose service over jail time. At first Weiz thought he got lucky, all around him guys were getting sent into the marines but him? US Army. With fingers crossed he hoped he was going to be some clerk in Saigon who could ride out the war in a nice air-conditioned room. Until he got assigned to become an M113 crewman. Still not so bad, right? A nice armored box, couldn't be too bad. The training was cake too, he was always a good driver and it only took a bit to get used to using sticks before he got real good at it, instructors even said he was a natural, this wasn't going to be so bad. Then he got to Vietnam.

The M113 was fine, he even got assigned to a newer model that took diesel, which so far as he could tell from the manual was an upgrade, but when his first job in-country was to clean the last drivers brains out of the forward compartment, Weiz started to have second thoughts. They were forward deployed, the M113 had a bad habit of losing its floor when it ran over a mine, and snipers were looking to take out armored crew any chance they could but so long as he stayed low and the infantry did their job it was all going to be fine. Weiz was disappointed when the hellhole that was Vietnam proved him wrong again. Tet, a wonderful reprieve from the fighting. Weiz couldn't tell you what it was even about, but for a week everyone stopped shooting at each other, it was Christmas in January for all he cared and he spent all that month looking forward to it while he sat holed up in a little base near Huế. Huế. That was rough. Before they had even rolled in, motorpool had strapped logs to the front and sides of their M113, Bill LBJ for damages, and they still took hits hard enough to scratch the paint. Luckily they mostly worked as an ambulance getting wounded infantry and Marines back to one of the field hospitals set up in the safer areas outside the city, which was messy but safe enough work. It seemed sweet until they were assigned to assist the main assault against the Citadel. The tankers got hit the hardest out of all the armor, Weiz had to admit, but even though Bill was never on point, the M113 still took its share of hits, so many that it got a bit of a reputation for being indestructible and it got to the point that infantry would get into arguments about who got to ride with Weiz. Shame that Bill's crew wasn't as lucky as he was. Weiz's TC went down a few days before Huế ended, a sniper took the top of his head off the one time he get on the M2 to put down covering fire.

Weiz got a replacement TC for a while, but they were eventually mustered out and Bill was left with only a single crewman yet again by the start of 1969. Someone somewhere decided it was easier to find a new driver than a new TC so Weiz got his replacement, PFC Eugene Johnson, and promotion to Corporal. Their Company was reassigned not long after to be Firebase Whitworth's tracks and ever since it's been back to it.

Accepted

[Bolslania]

Name: Henry "Excess" Smith

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Age: 25
Army: Australian Army
Rank: Sergeant
Time Spent in 'Nam: 2 Years (1966, 1969)
Weapons:
L1A1 SLR modified to be fully automatic using an L2A1 Lower Receiver.
Browning Hi-Power
Machete
M.O.S (What do you do?): SASR - Long Range Reconnaissance
General Personality Description: Henry is known for his brutality, often known for going out of his way to kill "Those Commie fucks", however, he shows a soft side, playing guitar in his spare time and generally tends to be a sociable person.
Biography (2 paragraphs at least):

Born July 3rd, 1944, in Adelaide, Australia, Henry Smith was born in the ass end of World War Two. His family was relatively wealthy, and he received a high-end education. From his youth, he idolized soldiers, specifically paratroopers, his interests advancing from playing with toy soldiers to shooting BB Guns at his friends, once breaking his leg "HALOing" from the 2nd floor window of his house with an umbrella as a parachute. He became a star Rugby player in his youth, playing Blindside Flanker for his Secondary School and earning an offer from a local professional Rugby team. However, his idolization of soldiers prevailed, and he enlisted in 1962.

By 1964, he had passed selection for SASR, and was assigned to 3 Squadron. He saw his first action when he was deployed to Vietnam in 1966. His experience jolted his romanticized expectations of war from his head, and he quickly became envious of Squadrons 1 and 2, who were "Living the Good Life" in Borneo. He became experience in Long Range Recon Patrols, and adapted to the Vietnamese environment. Chief among these adaptations was an increase in brutality, he began double and triple tapping hostiles, not to ensure death, but to make it just that more painful. His brutality only became worse after after VC ambush killed half of his squad, including one of his best friends. He often plunged combat knives into his dead foes, pinning them to trees and leaving it there as a warning to their comrades. During this stretch, he gained the callsign, "Excess", for his excessive use of force against hostiles. In February 1967, his unit was recalled from Vietnam, cycled out for the 1st Squadron SASR.

He spent his time between then and his second deployment with family when he could, and picked up a hobby in guitar. Many of his major problems caused by the war lessened, and he became a much more social person, opening up and going to a professional therapist. However, in 1969, his unit was called back in-country, and he followed. His brutality quickly regained shape, though in a lesser form from his first tour. As opposed to the disrespect and rage-induced violence he exhibited in his first-tour, his actions were much more cold and calculated. He would stop the patrols he now commanded at the slightest sound of foreign movement, looking for Viet Cong or PAVN fighters among the treelines. While this consistently annoyed the men under his command, it saved considerable amounts of SASR lives, and helped fill his need for VC blood.

Accepted

[Yorkfurt]

Name: An Cong Tuan

Age: 20
Army: ARVN(Army of the Republic of Vietnam), assigned to Firebase Whitworth to assist as well as translate.
Rank: Corporal
Time Spent in 'Nam: Native to Nam
Weapons: M1917 Revolver, M3 Grease gun, Duave Knife, 1 Smoke Grenade, 1 Fragmentation Grenade
M.O.S (What do you do?): Infantry
General Personality Description: Tuan is a fierce anti-communist and a patriot of his nation, but that does not mean he is over bearing. He is a very helpful young man and always smiling to his brothers in arms. He always seems to be able to balance calm control in chaos with a relaxing and welcoming mood when not. He is very approachable and this has made him friends with many Americans, though him knowing basic english also helped him immensely.
Biography (2 paragraphs at least): Tuan was born in Saigon but grew up in the countryside just outside the city. He has a lower-middle class upbringing, his father was a construction worker who worked in the city while his mom stayed home. He has a twin brother who works with his father in Saigon a newer worker. Tuan did mostly odd jobs until finally joining the military, this was something that made his father proud yet also worried because of the fighting that had been going on and the deaths that had already occurred.

It wasn't long before he was humping in the dark jungles and mosquito ridden back country of his own nation, fighting against people who were, in his eyes, deranged countrymen from the North. His father knew how to speaker English and this rubbed off on him, learning the basics. This caught the attention of his commanders and one day he was promoted shipped to Firebase Whitmore to assist the American forces and also double as a translator for them.

[Vacif]

Name: Lý Vũ Anh

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Age: 26
Army: People's Army of Vietnam
Rank: Trung sĩ sĩ (Sergeant)
Time Spent in 'Nam: 26 Years
Weapons:

• PM md. 63/65
• Type 1 Bayonet
• 3x PG-7VM
• B41 (RPG-7)
• 6x 30 Round 7.62x39mm M43 Magazine
• E-Tool
• 4x F1 Grenade

M.O.S (What do you do?): Anti-Tank Rifleman
General Personality Description: Anh has steely determination, an uncommon courage (or stupidity) among his comrades. Known for taking tough or fool hardy assignments with a smile. It's not to say Anh has a death wish, he just lives for the thrill of action and intensity. A firm believer in action and karma, Anh tries and helps where he can. Shouldering an extra burden just comes naturally to him. Anh was originally quite a hateful and angry individual but under the steady mentor ship of an older more wise soldier, Anh is no longer such an angry individual. Now much more focused and steady.

Biography (2 paragraphs at least): Born on May 18th, 1943, in Phong Nha, Anh was the eldest child of six and was raised in the river village and would spend his youth exploring the vast natural cave networks of Phong Nha's Karst mountains. Due to the first Indochina war, Anh like many were no stranger to the trials and hardships of war. Growing up without many amenities due to the war. Many of his family and fellow village were fighters and volunteers. Anh and his siblings were home schooled by their mother. Taught young, he was told stories of how the Americans had helped Vietnam during the war against the Japanese, giving him some kind of initial respect for the US. At the outset of the second Indochina war, Phong Nha became a major staging point for the NVA. Training camps and staging points were made here, supply depots were established in the caves he explored. A major junction of travel for the Ho Chi Minh trail. While not explicitly a soldier, his knowledge and experience was often volunteered to the NVA, supporting them in their initial set up. The second Indochina war began when he was 12, and was persistently exposed to Communist propaganda and the NVA, shaping his world views and beliefs. As he grew up, he stayed in his village, farming and fishing, guiding PAVN soldiers through the mountains and into South Vietnam. It would be his contribution until the Kennedy administration began an escalation and American soldiers began arriving to bolster the South Vietnamese defense.

Suddenly American bombers began attacking the critical village manned by his village and the war became personal. His own sisters were the ones manning and maintaining the AA guns that protected his village. As the eldest, he felt that he needed to do more. Following his 20th birthday in 1963, he would enlist with the PAVN to go on the offensive. His motivation was purely emotional, leading to a reckless early service record, but luckily an older soldier, much more experienced than him counseled his frustration and anger and channeled it into focus and determination before his emotions got him killed. As an anti-tank rifleman, he would have to lay and wait until the ARVN and American tanks were within 100 meters, well within killing distance, especially with infantry support. Years of service and valour in the field lead him to a steady progression in the ranks.

[Bolslania]

Name: An Cong Tuan

Age: 20
Army: ARVN(Army of the Republic of Vietnam), assigned to Firebase Whitworth to assist as well as translate.
Rank: Corporal
Time Spent in 'Nam: Native to Nam
Weapons: M1917 Revolver, M3 Grease gun, Duave Knife, 1 Smoke Grenade, 1 Fragmentation Grenade
M.O.S (What do you do?): Infantry
General Personality Description: Tuan is a fierce anti-communist and a patriot of his nation, but that does not mean he is over bearing. He is a very helpful young man and always smiling to his brothers in arms. He always seems to be able to balance calm control in chaos with a relaxing and welcoming mood when not. He is very approachable and this has made him friends with many Americans, though him knowing basic english also helped him immensely.
Biography (2 paragraphs at least): Tuan was born in Saigon but grew up in the countryside just outside the city. He has a lower-middle class upbringing, his father was a construction worker who worked in the city while his mom stayed home. He has a twin brother who works with his father in Saigon a newer worker. Tuan did mostly odd jobs until finally joining the military, this was something that made his father proud yet also worried because of the fighting that had been going on and the deaths that had already occurred.

It wasn't long before he was humping in the dark jungles and mosquito ridden back country of his own nation, fighting against people who were, in his eyes, deranged countrymen from the North. His father knew how to speaker English and this rubbed off on him, learning the basics. This caught the attention of his commanders and one day he was promoted shipped to Firebase Whitmore to assist the American forces and also double as a translator for them.

Accepted

[Bolslania]

Name: Lý Vũ Anh

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Age: 26
Army: People's Army of Vietnam
Rank: Trung sĩ sĩ (Sergeant)
Time Spent in 'Nam: 26 Years
Weapons:

• PM md. 63/65
• Type 1 Bayonet
• 3x PG-7VM
• B41 (RPG-7)
• 6x 30 Round 7.62x39mm M43 Magazine
• E-Tool
• 4x F1 Grenade

M.O.S (What do you do?): Anti-Tank Rifleman
General Personality Description: Anh has steely determination, an uncommon courage (or stupidity) among his comrades. Known for taking tough or fool hardy assignments with a smile. It's not to say Anh has a death wish, he just lives for the thrill of action and intensity. A firm believer in action and karma, Anh tries and helps where he can. Shouldering an extra burden just comes naturally to him. Anh was originally quite a hateful and angry individual but under the steady mentor ship of an older more wise soldier, Anh is no longer such an angry individual. Now much more focused and steady.

Biography (2 paragraphs at least): Born on May 18th, 1943, in Phong Nha, Anh was the eldest child of six and was raised in the river village and would spend his youth exploring the vast natural cave networks of Phong Nha's Karst mountains. Due to the first Indochina war, Anh like many were no stranger to the trials and hardships of war. Growing up without many amenities due to the war. Many of his family and fellow village were fighters and volunteers. Anh and his siblings were home schooled by their mother. Taught young, he was told stories of how the Americans had helped Vietnam during the war against the Japanese, giving him some kind of initial respect for the US. At the outset of the second Indochina war, Phong Nha became a major staging point for the NVA. Training camps and staging points were made here, supply depots were established in the caves he explored. A major junction of travel for the Ho Chi Minh trail. While not explicitly a soldier, his knowledge and experience was often volunteered to the NVA, supporting them in their initial set up. The second Indochina war began when he was 12, and was persistently exposed to Communist propaganda and the NVA, shaping his world views and beliefs. As he grew up, he stayed in his village, farming and fishing, guiding PAVN soldiers through the mountains and into South Vietnam. It would be his contribution until the Kennedy administration began an escalation and American soldiers began arriving to bolster the South Vietnamese defense.

Suddenly American bombers began attacking the critical village manned by his village and the war became personal. His own sisters were the ones manning and maintaining the AA guns that protected his village. As the eldest, he felt that he needed to do more. Following his 20th birthday in 1963, he would enlist with the PAVN to go on the offensive. His motivation was purely emotional, leading to a reckless early service record, but luckily an older soldier, much more experienced than him counseled his frustration and anger and channeled it into focus and determination before his emotions got him killed. As an anti-tank rifleman, he would have to lay and wait until the ARVN and American tanks were within 100 meters, well within killing distance, especially with infantry support. Years of service and valour in the field lead him to a steady progression in the ranks.

Accepted but do add an image

[Vacif]

*Looks at top right*

*Loads C96*

[Bolslania]

Name: An Cong Tuan

Age: 20
Army: ARVN(Army of the Republic of Vietnam), assigned to Firebase Whitworth to assist as well as translate.
Rank: Corporal
Time Spent in 'Nam: Native to Nam
Weapons: M1917 Revolver, M3 Grease gun, Duave Knife, 1 Smoke Grenade, 1 Fragmentation Grenade
M.O.S (What do you do?): Infantry
General Personality Description: Tuan is a fierce anti-communist and a patriot of his nation, but that does not mean he is over bearing. He is a very helpful young man and always smiling to his brothers in arms. He always seems to be able to balance calm control in chaos with a relaxing and welcoming mood when not. He is very approachable and this has made him friends with many Americans, though him knowing basic english also helped him immensely.
Biography (2 paragraphs at least): Tuan was born in Saigon but grew up in the countryside just outside the city. He has a lower-middle class upbringing, his father was a construction worker who worked in the city while his mom stayed home. He has a twin brother who works with his father in Saigon a newer worker. Tuan did mostly odd jobs until finally joining the military, this was something that made his father proud yet also worried because of the fighting that had been going on and the deaths that had already occurred.

It wasn't long before he was humping in the dark jungles and mosquito ridden back country of his own nation, fighting against people who were, in his eyes, deranged countrymen from the North. His father knew how to speaker English and this rubbed off on him, learning the basics. This caught the attention of his commanders and one day he was promoted shipped to Firebase Whitmore to assist the American forces and also double as a translator for them.

I just realized this, could you put in an image for An please?

[Bolslania]

ALSO, the IC is up, check in the OOC for the link to it

[Hanovereich]

I'm going to try to work on a post soon.

[Vacif]

Made a bit of an update to my post so now my squadmates actually have a name. Also fixed some typos.

[Vacif]

So am I free to take some initiative? What exactly does our scout see?