May I join? This sound fun!

l would like to join. l shall post a character later.

Joining! Dibs on a French civilian!

Name: Alice B. Watson

Age: 22

Position (if applicable): Allied Nurse(I don't know if that's the proper way to say it, but she's a nurse for the Allies, mainly Britain)

Appearance: She has short, strawberry blonde hair that curls around her face, fair skin, blue eyes, and calloused hands from working hard. She is short and lean, and has a gentle looking face.

Personality: Kind and gentle, she can calm even the craziest soldier. She is very friendly, cheerful, and optimistic, no matter what. Also, she has an adventurous side and sometimes daydreams(Not while on duty).

Background: She's from a large, poor family in Southeastern England. She had always enjoyed caring for people and wanted adventure, so she decided to become a nurse. She has been serving for Allied forces for almost a year.

Hobbies/skills: She has the basic skills of a nurse, but possesses the desire to help others. She can stitch things up quickly.

What other people think of character: They like her, and she has many friends because of her upbeat attitude.

WWII is a subject near and dear to me, as l'm both Polish and German.  

Name: Karl Zimmer

Age: 21

Position (if applicable): Private in the German army. 

Appearance: Sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, somewhat short and stocky.  

Personality: He's rather timd, and tends to stay in the shadows. He's rather selfish in the fact that he looks out for himself above everything else, meek, wouldn't deal with anything unless it's his problem, somewhat corwardly, more of a follow, not a leader. He simply doesn't care about other people's problems, and in his eyes the he has nothing to do with the war. 

Bakcground: He lived on a farm in Nazi-controlled Germany, avoiding getting drafted into the army for several years before he finally was. 

Hobbies/skills: He's good with firearms, following orders and just generally not being noticed. 

What other people think of character: They think he's a corward, unable to take action when it is needed, and not brave enough to fight for his country in a time of peril. They dislike his shyness. 

I shall begin! My first part:

Jerry~ Early May, 1944

Southern England has become one huge arsenal. Piles of ammunition are hidden in the forests. Tanks and jeeps and ambulances stretch in long lines across moors and mortar and antiaircraft guns are hidden in fields under cover of the tall stalks of grass. There are warehouses and depot filled with medical supplies, food, and clothing.

All throughout the last month, men and supplies have been moving towards southern England, through tiny seaside villages that no one’s heard of, leaving could of dust and anxious civilians behind them. The air is always filled with the sound of humming or coughing motors, tanks clacking away, and propellers whirring as helicopters hover over fields full of calmly grazing cows.

The soldiers sleep in huts or tents—cities of them—set up in fields near quaint little costal towns that we are planning to embark from. When I look around at the rows and rows of white tents and soldiers everywhere, it amazes me that there can be so many people in one place.

Danny Ricci, a friend of mine in the same regiment, is always up to date on everything that goes on with planning this invasion, and everyone flocks to him when there’s news to hear. He explains to us that the invasion, called D-Day, has to be scheduled at a very specific time.

“The tide’s gotta be low early in the morning,” he said, “because we’ll be coming in on landing craft and a low tide will make it easy. And the night before that’s gotta have a full moon, for the paratroopers landing behind the German forts before we get onto the beaches.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a crinkled calendar. “Look here. The only days in June that fit the bill are the fourth, fifth, and sixth. If we don’t choose one of those days, everything’ll be postponed ‘till July. And if ya ask me, we’ve already been delayed long enough.”

“Yeah, so why not choose one of those days?” I asked.

“Weather,” Danny said. “Bad weather on all of those days. That’s why we still haven’t decided on any day yet.”

It seemed like quite a paradox to me, but Danny said that Eisenhower would come up with something soon enough, all we had to do was wait and see. We all trusted Danny, so we waited to see.

Meanwhile we griped about the food and the waiting and the drilling and the boredom. We griped about the weather. We griped about the Germans. After all, that’s what we always did—gripe. We formed friendships because we had things in common to gripe about. Of course, not everything was bad. There were plenty of fun times, playing games and singing songs and having animated discussions about the war’s progress.

There are lots of jokes and tomfoolery. One well-known, well-liked, and often-repeated joke is about Danny, who’s Italian, though he was born and raised in New England. The Italians switched sides in both this war and the first World War. Amazing! They just switched sides right in the middle. Danny has a reputation for being indecisive, and whenever there’s an argument or a decision to be made, we ask Danny “You sure you agree with that? You’re not going to change your mind halfway through?” He takes everything very good-naturedly and joins in with the teasing himself sometimes.

But even though we have good times and generally enjoy ourselves, I’m getting pretty sick of not moving and not knowing what we’ll be doing next. The invasion had better come quickly or we’ll be waiting here ‘till the war’s long over. 

Yaaays!!! We are starting!!!!

~:Soliel:~ I shake my head at the German soldier who just passed my father's shop, parchemin Délavé. I wish they would leave! And take their language with them!

It sounds as harsh as they are! Their word for book (which is one of the few I've bothered with learning) is buch. The French pronunciation even sounds better! Liv-ra. With an accent on the 'r' of course. 

The German's sounds like boosh. Rather silly sounding, don't you think?

~:~:~:~

Sorry, I have to go.