Welcome... Home?  OOC: Reference
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				Title: <strong>Welcome... Home?  OOC: Reference </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlexStone</strong> on <strong>04-06-2013, 17:56:18</strong>
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				So, in this thread, we'll post things that are important to reference in one place.&nbsp; This will list people that you might want to remember, gear you guys have on hand, etc.&nbsp; Also, we should summarize missions here as they get completed.&nbsp; Feel free to post things here that you feel are important.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>People</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlexStone</strong> on <strong>04-06-2013, 19:18:29</strong>
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				Personnel in the 3rd Mech, outside of the 4/4th Cav:<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Major General Tim Kurtz, Commander, 3rd Mechanized Division.<br><br>Members of the 4/4 Cav outside B Troop:<br><br><br><br>Members of B Troop, outside of 3rd Platoon:<br><br>Captain Finn, Troop XO<br>1SGT Bartley, Troop First Sergeant<br><br><br>Members, 3rd Platoon, B&nbsp; Troop, 4/4th Cav:<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; First Section:<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 1 Lt. Alex York, Platoon Commander/1st Section Commander (Phaia)<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Sgt. Nicky "Tunnel Rat" Lee Combat Engineer, Ranger Qualified (Vim26M)<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Corporal Alexander Clark, Designated Marksman (arkos)<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Corporal Jenny Godly, Medic/Driver (mayovagn)<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Spec. Johnson, Grenadier, Airborne Qualified (NiceTexasGuy)<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; PFC Sukhee Choi, Driver/Mechanic (Neysha)<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 1 Humvee, M240B in cupola, s/n 6045210<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 1 Humvee M249 in cupola, s/n 6032230<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Second Section:<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;SFC Allen Hart, Platoon Sergeant/2nd Section Commander (NPC)<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Sgt. Carlos Huerta, Maneuver Team Commander (NPC)<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>Stabsgefreiter</em> Klaus Piper, SAW Gunner<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Spec. Terri Stover, Grenadier<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;PFC Anna Commenia, Driver<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Private Afridi, German Shepard <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;1 Humvee, M2HB in cupola sn/6055431 ("Thunder Gunner")<br><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Gear</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlexStone</strong> on <strong>04-06-2013, 19:19:01</strong>
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				<br>2 Humvee<br>1 M240B<br>1 M249<br>1 Medium Still<br>6 cases camping food, 30 meals each.<br>6 cases of energy bars, 36 bars each.<br>20 Meals red beans<br>20 meals salt pork<br>20 meals salt herring<br>20 meals rice<br>18 Jerry&nbsp; Cans of Ethanol<br>400 loose rounds, 5.56N<br>400 rounds 7.62N, belted<br>600 rounds 5.56N, belted.<br>600 rounds .50BMG. belted<br>1 Six Man Camping Tent<br>10 M-72 LAWs<br>1 200L drum, biodiesel<br>1 Set Mechanic's tools<br>1 tiny portable generator (1L Ethanol/Hour, 1.25 KW)<br>1 large water filter (100L/H capacity.)<br><br>Personal Gear<br>1 Set Fatigues and Boots<br>1 Kevlar Vest + Extensions<br>1 Kevlar Helmet<br>1 M16A2 + 1 Magazine + Sling<br>On Load Bearing Gear:<br>2 Quad Magazine Pouches<br>8 Magazines, M16A2<br>6 Grenade Loops<br>2 Fragmentation, 2 Concussion, 2 Smoke Grenades.<br>2 Canteen Carrier<br>2 Canteen, 1L<br>1 Medical Pouch<br>1 IFAK<br>1 Radio Pouch<br>1 Tactical Radio<br>1 NVG Carrier<br>1 NVG<br>1 Flashlight Pouch<br>1 Flashlight<br>1 Knife Sheath<br>1 Knife<br>In&nbsp; Pack:<br>1 Whistle<br>1 Sleeping Bag<br>1 Shelter Half<br>50 Chlorine&nbsp; Tabs<br>1 Flint and Steel<br>1 Compass<br>2 Rolls, Duct Tape<br>60m Paracord<br>1 Multitool<br>1 Gun Cleaning Kit<br>2 sets, rechargeable spare batteries<br>3 Days MREs.<br>Cold Weather Gear<br>Rain Gear<br>1 piece Team Camp Gear (Stove, filter, tent, etc)<br>1 Stetson Hat
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				Title: <strong>Sergeant Nicky "Tunnel Rat" Lee</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>05-06-2013, 01:53:34</strong>
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				Pending AlexStone's approval...<br><br>Name: Nicky Lee<br>Nickname:&nbsp; Tunnel Rat<br>Primary Military Specialty:&nbsp; EOD (Explosives Ordnance Disposal) and Demolitions<br>Secondary Military Specialty:&nbsp; Combat Engineer<br>Birthplace : Brooklyn, NY<br>Grade: E-5 (Sergeant)<br>Branch:&nbsp; Army<br><br>Tunnel Rat's family tree is Trinidadian and Chinese with branches of Irish, Spanish and Indian thrown in.&nbsp; He grew up mean on the streets of Brooklyn, got tough on the Ranger Course at Fort Benning and honed his skills in Europe.&nbsp; <br><br>There isn't a mine, booby-trap or bomb in the world that Tunnel Rat can't disarm, defuse or otherwise deactivate.&nbsp; This comes from constant practice on dummy devices, or whatever he can get his hands on that ticks.&nbsp; He is the guy who clears the way for the others.&nbsp; <br><br>He was part of a team of Rangers sent in on sapping and sabotage missions, blowing up bridges and installations they couldn't control.&nbsp; While he was out scrounging, his unit got wiped out.&nbsp; He drove his unit's HUMVEE and ended up joining the 4th.<br><br>Tunnel Rat is a qualified expert with NATO small arms and explosive devices, as well as Warsaw pact explosive devices.&nbsp; He prefers using the M4 assault rifle, M249 SAW, M79 and M249 grenade launcher,s M1911 .45 caliber pistol, M2 mounted heavy machine gun and MK-19 mounted grenade launcher.&nbsp; <br><br>He is also familiar with chemistry (including fuel synthesis and improvised explosives) and is technically inclined enough to help with maintaining vehicles and patching up wounds.&nbsp; Primarily, he is sneaky and deadly, blows stuff up, prevents stuff from blowing up, builds fortifications and camouflages emplacements.&nbsp; <br><br>Former Commanding Officer:&nbsp; "Tunnel Rat believes that anything that doesn't kill you makes you stronger.&nbsp; His feeling about crawling into an enemy tunnel with a knife in one hand, a pistol in the other and a flashlight in his mouth is simple - he can shoot straighter, bite harder and run faster than anything he's ever encountered in a tunnel, so why worry."<br><br>Tunnel Rat:&nbsp; "Somebody once said that a soldier is somebody who is very good at breaking things.&nbsp; That's me all right.&nbsp; Only when I break things, they become safer."<br><br>(http://www.nuevadominion.com/casaslaughter/imagenes/usuarios/76385f711a5492e4c661a10a76c91c21TunnelRat163_1217562679.jpg)<br><br><br><br><br>Attributes (54 points)<br>Awareness 8<br>Cognition 8 <br>Coordination 8 <br>Fitness 10<br>Muscle 5 (becomes 9 through training)<br>Personality 5<br>Resolve 10<br>Education: 6 (High School)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Lifepath Stuff</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br>Background Skills:&nbsp; 9 (base) + 8 (Cognition) = 17 skill points<br>Artisan (Chemistry) +3=3<br>Climbing +2=2<br>Language English +3=3 (native, becomes +6)<br>Mechanic +3=3<br>Driving +3=3<br>Driving/Motorcycle<br><br>---<br>Age 17 <br><br>Military Indoctrination 1 year<br><br>Army Military Training Package:<br>Climbing +2=4<br>Fieldcraft +2=2<br>Hand-to-Hand +2=2<br>Hand Weapons +2=2<br>Longarm +2=2<br>Medicine +1=1<br>Sidearm +1=1<br>Support Weapons +1=1<br>Muscle +1=6 (+1 to lowest of Fitness, Muscle or Resolve if 5 or less)<br><br>Army Military Training Package Engineering:<br>Construction +3=3<br><br>Personal Skills (0 points):<br><br>---<br>Age 18 <br><br>Combat Engineering 2 years (8 points):<br>Construction +4=7<br>Muscle +1=7 (costs 4 points)<br><br>Personal Skills (2 points):<br>Artisan (Chemistry) +1 = 4<br>Mechanic +1 =4<br><br>---<br>Age 20 <br><br>Combat Engineering 2 years (8 points):<br>Construction +4=11<br>Muscle +1=8 (costs 4 points)<br><br>Personal Skills (2 points):<br>Driving +1=4<br>Sidearm +1=2<br><br>---<br>Age 22 <br><br>Combat Engineering 2 years (8 points):<br>Construction +4=15<br>Muscle +1=9 (costs 4 points)<br><br>Personal Skills (2 points):<br>Hand-to-Hand 2=4<br><br>---<br>Age 24 <br><br>Special Operations Training 1 year:<br>Aquatics +2=2<br>Fieldcraft +2=4<br>Freefall +2=2<br>Tactics +2=2<br>Aquatics/SCUBA<br><br>Special Operations Training Engineering:<br>Construction +1=16<br>Construction/Demolition<br><br>Personal Skills (0 points):<br><br>---<br>Age 25<br><br>Elite Infantry 2 years (12 points):<br>Longarm +4=6<br>Fieldcraft +4=8<br>Hand-to-Hand +4=8<br><br>Personal Skills (0 points):<br><br>---<br>Age 27<br><br>Elite Infantry 2 years (12 points):<br>Longarm +2=8<br>Sidearm +2=4<br>Support Weapons +3=4<br>Medicine +3=4<br>Tactics +2=4=2<br><br>Personal Skills (0 points):<br><br>---<br>Age 29<br><br>Elite Infantry 2 years (12 points):<br>Hand Weapons +2=4<br>Medicine/Surgery (costs 3 points)<br>Support Weapons/Guided (costs 3 points)<br>Scrounging +4=4<br><br>Personal Skills (0 points):<br><br>---<br>Age 31<br><br>Elite Infantry 2 years (12 points):<br>Scrounging +4=8<br>Streetcraft +4=4<br>Survival +4=4<br><br>---<br>Age 33<br><br>Elite Infantry 2 years (12 points):<br>Command +4=4<br>Intimidation +4=4<br>Security +4=4<br><br>Current Age = 35<br><br></div></div><br>Final skill list:<br><br>Expert 16+<br>Construction/Demolition 3 4 4 4 1 =16<br><br>Professional 8+<br>Fieldcraft 2 2 4 =8<br>Hand-to-Hand 2 2 4 =8<br>Longarm 2 4 2 =8<br>Scrounging 4 4 =8<br><br>Competent 4+<br>Artisan (Chemistry) 3 1 =4<br>Climbing 2 2 =4<br>Command 4 =4<br>Driving/Motorcycle 3 1 =4<br>Hand Weapons 2 2 =4<br>Intimidation 4 =4<br>Language English (Native) 6<br>Mechanic 3 1 =4<br>Medicine/Surgery 1 3 =4<br>Security 4 =4<br>Sidearm 1 1 2 =4<br>Streetcraft 4 =4<br>Support Weapons/Guided 1 3=4<br>Survival 4 =4<br>Tactics 2 2 =4<br><br>Novice 1+<br>Aquatics/SCUBA 2<br>Freefall 2<br><br><br><br>I haven't put too much thought into gear.&nbsp; Since the HUMVEE has a SAW, I'll go with the M4.<br><br>Standard Loadout, plus<br>M4 <br>Demolition Tools<br>50M Time Fuse<br>50M Instant Fuse<br>50 Blasting Caps<br>5 kg C4<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome... Home?  OOC: Reference </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>05-06-2013, 02:23:57</strong>
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				<br><strong>Name :</strong> Jenny Verity Godly.<br><strong>Age :</strong> 32<br><strong>Sex : </strong>Female<br><strong>Hired on as :</strong> Medic<br><strong>Also bloody good at :</strong> Driving and fixing mechanical things<br><strong>Branch :</strong> Formerly of the Royal Green Jackets, hired on the with the Yanks as the UK was in as she so poetically puts things 'shit state mate' and the offer of a ride out to the 'colonies loike' was too good to pass up.<br><strong>Appearance :</strong> Picture (http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mbbebyzqeF0/Tmv6oHl7hdI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wGjC1w5lAVY/s1600/milk+%2526+honey+josette+simon.jpg), another picture (http://daamanagement.co.uk/images_client/main/249_Josette_Simon-Square.jpg), got the picture yet? (http://m.popstar.com/Profiles/Celebrity/A/Josette_Simon.jpg)<br><strong>Personality :</strong> Jenny is fairly happy if a bit brusque, sarcastic and has a typical british habit of both black humor and in 'taking the piss' out of people she likes. She likes a joke and a laugh, sometimes a little too much. She can be a little quiet at times and withdrawn when she feels the need, observing carefully rather than involving herself in the world. She is loyal to those she cares about fiercely and is happy to fight and defend that which she cares about. Including of course her own values, which are exceptionally important to her.<br><br><strong>Background : </strong>The inner cities in the seventies were a harsh place to grow up. England was in some very deep economic doldrums. Strikes were commonplace, with the three day work week and the repression of the miners by the conservative government,a general malaise and a large amount of poverty.<br><br>It was fortunate for Jen that she grew up the youngest daughter of five children of a family who owned their own small business. Her father was a mechanic who had learned his trade whilst stationed in Germany in the British Army. He had started his family late and knew he would have to retire sooner than he would like due to various health conditions and so insisted on teaching each and every one of his kids all that he knew. Not only as this would help to keep them off the streets and the family afloat if the 'bad times' continued, but it would give them skills they could always fall back on later in life. Real practical knowledge that even if it wasn't applied to a career would still come in very, very handy for them over the days and years of their lives. Jen learned partially from her father and also partly from her older brother Oscar.<br><br>Through it all Jen's mum was very supportive. She was from a family of poor Irish immigrants, she well understood the wit and wisdom in her husband insisting that the kids learned all they could growing up. She was always a strong woman, firm and immutable in her values and beliefs. All four of her girls and her one boy were all told 'Find&nbsp; your own path. My path is my own, yours needs to be yours. Be who you are, who you want to be, never live for others.'. Also instilling in her children a very strong moral core, a deep understanding of the need for community, care and mutual aid towards everyone who deserved it. To judge others by their acts, by their deeds and not any kind of other arbitrary nonsense. That actions are what count in the world and that all the pretty words didn't make a 'hapeth of a difference' if the intent and outcomes were detrimental to others. These values would often lead to trouble with 'authorities' for the family, yet they would always stand together and use reason, logic, rhetoric and plain facts to state their case. Sometimes they would even come out on top for all of that.<br><br>When Jen left school she found herself, though an accident of following a friend, someone whom she secretly loved more than a little, into a performing arts course for two years at a local technical college. She passed out of this with a deeper understanding of herself and the world, but that the world of the arts wasn't so much for her. She went on to a period of flitting about from job to job, never quite settling until she found herself being pushed by the woman she was flatmate's with into taking an apprenticeship with the local St. Johns ambulance service with her.<br><br>This lead to a number of years of on and off the job training, ambulance driver soon became 'paramedic' as the terms changed and there was a further round of evening classes and learning. Jen had always been a quick study and enjoyed the process of acquiring new skills and aptitudes and so threw herself into any optional qualifications she could that came up or were offered.<br><br>The war was a background thing for Jen for quite a while, it wasn't till things started to become really bad that her family was pulled in. Her brother was called up and wound up working as a combat engineer after being rushed through basic and continuation training. The draft was a rude shock. It was wrong, it was dead wrong. It should be the individual's choice of whether or not to 'serve' not up to some bureaucrat in a wood paneled office in Whitehall who only ever saw numbers, not even names, let alone faces. It was preposterous and laughable that anyone else had the authority to make that sort of decision for her brother or for anyone else.<br><br>Her sisters were called up, one by one, later on that year. There were dark murmurings in the inner cities that this 'draft' was mainly affecting certain areas, Brixton in London was a battleground for several weeks with a weakened and beleaguered police force trying desperately to keep order against a rising tide of social unrest. This rapidly spread out to other area's of London and then on to Manchester, Liverpool, Birmingham, Portsmouth, Brighton, Southampton and many other major cities. In many cases deaths were involved in quelling the unrest. Many of those arrested were given the option of long terms of hard labor or a three year term of service in the armed forces. This included two of Jen's sisters.<br><br>When Jen was called up a few months later she took the government to court. Challenging their Jurisdiction. Though all her arguments were correct and true the state could not afford to ever admit this. Giving Jen a win would have opened the floodgates to thousands of others who would use the same arguments. She was railroaded, imprisoned for several months until she was finally sent on to basic training.<br><br>In basic Jen did very well indeed, learned everything she was taught and more, earning plaudits from her instructors, yet her opinions and values did not change and she constantly landed herself in trouble by standing up for herself in the face of orders. She then found herself in continuation as a battlefield medic. This, given her past experience wasn't a huge surprise.<br><br>She found herself in the Royal Green Jackets in the remote Scottish highlands. The fighting had been fierce in Norway the previous year and the unit she had been assigned to was still significantly under strength and undergoing build up and re-training while waiting for re-deployment where they would be able to do some good.<br><br>The rest of the war was somewhat of a blur. Deployments and battles, wounded and dying comrades in arms. Helping as best she could. Nights of terror, days of blood and bone. Flash and blast and heat and light. The dying of the light. The end of the world as we know it.<br><br>She lost the rest of her platoon to a Spetznaz ambush, only surviving herself due to quick thinking and extreme sneakiness. She arrived back to find her HQ a ruin and the front line shifted at least five miles in the wrong direction. She hooked up with two members of black watch and a member of the special boat service and the four of them walked back to friendly lines.<br><br>Jen was discharged on mental health grounds and sent back to a shattered England for a few months. What was left of the land of her birth was horrifying, sickening, heart rending. Jen fell into a depression. Her parents were dead, her brother and one of her sisters killed in action. The other of her sisters who had been serving had picked up some kind of very nasty bio agent during one of the pushes into Poland and was blind, deaf and paralyzed all down one side of her body, the other sister was looking after her. Jen paid them one visit then couldn't go back. She had seen enough, seen too much.<br><br>She couldn't stay in England. She couldn't stay in the UK. She had to get away.<br><br>The recruiter had caught her in Plymouth. The yanks were looking for service people, anyone who had useful skills beyond just holding a gun. They were offering a boat out and a plot of land back in the US. The only drawback was having to give service for a few years. More blood and bone and the smell of cordite and smell of terror. Only this had the promise of land at the end of it.<br><br>A real gamble in this age, but work was hard to find even for her, food was something that happened if you were lucky, clean water if you were really bloody lucky and a safe warm bed at night if you were the spawniest bugger on the bloomin' planet.<br><br>Jen felt like she was selling a part of her soul as she signed the paper. She was going to America.<br><br><strong>Jen quote : </strong>"What does not kill us, makes us stranger. I'm pretty bloody strange, so I must have been not killed. A lot. Its quite worrying how many times this must have taken place to the point that when I think about this, late at night when everyone is snoring around me, I can hear my brain blood barrier slowly disintegrating. Literally breaking down as I listen to it. So I try not to think about it anymore. Its like trying to not think about pink elephants, bloody impossible. The fuckers keep showing up asking if they can blag a fag off of yer to fritter away the afternoon. Wankers."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome... Home?  OOC: Reference </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>05-06-2013, 16:51:49</strong>
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				(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/7e/American_soldier_in_Vietnam.jpg)<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Randy James Johnson<br><br><strong>Age:</strong>&nbsp; 24<br><br><strong>Gender:</strong>&nbsp; Male<br><br><strong>Occupational Specialty:</strong>&nbsp; Indirect fire infantryman (11C)<br><br><strong>Weapons proficiency:</strong> <br>- Mortar, M224 (60 mm) and M29 (81 mm)<br>- Grenade launcher, M203<br>- Machine Gun, M60<br>- Rifle, M16A2<br>- Pistol, M9<br>(note:&nbsp; he can operate other weapons, these are just the ones he's qualified on or had extensive experience with)<br><br><strong>Branch:</strong>&nbsp; United States Army<br><br><strong>Appearance:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Randy had always been a big boy, and people were surprised to find he didn't play football in high school.&nbsp; (He was, however, ping-pong champion of his Middle School and still has the speed and coordination to prove it.)&nbsp; Standing 6'2" he'd always been stocky (until reduced rations over the past couple of&nbsp; years have enabled him to slim down a bit.&nbsp; His red hair has been bleached strawberry blond by exposure to the elements, and (fortunate in some ways, not in others) this exposure has also toughened up his skin.&nbsp; The freckles are hardly noticeable.&nbsp; Now there's little to distinguish him from the majority of soldiers who have fought in every other war this century.<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong>&nbsp; He's generally distant, if not always quiet.&nbsp; Like most soldiers, he doesn't like change - unless the change is good, which it rarely is.&nbsp; Reorganization is always a bad change, as it separates soldiers from their brothers they've grown to trust and rely on.<br><br><strong>Background:</strong> <br><br><span class="bbc_u">Before the war</span>:&nbsp; Just a kid from a small town in Oklahoma. He's a big boy with red hair and freckles and isn't repulsive, but he's no Robert Redford either. He spent his high school years trying to buy beer and get laid. His best grades were in gym and shop. He failed chemistry, had to retake physics, and satisfied most of his science requirements in biology. He happens to be pretty good at math, but the higher stuff he just doesn't get.<br><br>His jobs have consisted of working the counter at Dairy Queen, delivering pizzas for Domino's, and working in his uncle's auto repair shop.&nbsp; And the Army.<br><br>By the summer of 1995, Randy James Johnson had been out of high school a year and had gone from working part time in his uncle's garage to full time. He was no skilled mechanic, but proved valuable in doing all the relatively simple things. As the "real" mechanics tore apart engines and transmissions, Randy fixed flats, changed light bulbs, changed oil, replaced brake pads, and did tuneups. And occasionally, he would learn a little something about real mechanic work. Already he was doing small engine repair on the side, fixing the occasional riding mower or dirt bike.<br><br>The Summer of '95 was also his first Summer Camp with 1/180th Infantry, a unit of the Oklahoma National Guard. A couple of his friends from high school had gone into the Army, one in the Air Force, and two in the Marines (though one was kicked out for reasons unknown.) Randy didn't really want to join the military, but like many young men he felt he didn't want to miss out either. It was maybe a little patriotism that he wouldn't admit out loud, and needing the confirmation that he was man enough for the military. He was easily convinced to join once he was given all the other excuses .. job training, educational benefits, and a little income on top of that. <br><br>(http://www.armedforcesinsignia.com/data/shopcart7/image_db/DUI-0180B_W.png)<br><br><br>Besides, if the Russians or Chinese or whoever actually invaded, wouldn't it make sense for him to be part of the Guard so he could defend his home? He had joined way back in November of the prior year, but it took a while to get him a slot to go to basic training. He then found out his desired school (diesel mechanic) wasn't open to him because there were no slots for diesel mechanics in his infantry company. <em>Oh, the things you learn after signing on the dotted line.</em> The Battalion did, however, have a need for young healthy guys who could hump mortars long distances by foot.<br><br>That was how Randy became an 11C (or "Eleven Charlie" in Army talk) - an "Indirect fire infantryman" or to keep it simple - motarman.<br><br>(http://www.qmfound.com/parachute_wings_med.gif)<br><br>Even though things were heating up the world over, in the US Army it was business as usual in many regards. One of those regards meant that legions of soldiers who had no business going to airborne training were going to airborne training just so they could earn the coveted jump wings that it seems no soldier was complete without. Not everyone who wanted to go to jump school got to go, but where there's a will, there's a way. For PVT Johnson, it involved some repairs to his First Sergeant's riding mower and getting a set of tires for his truck at wholesale.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Going to war</span>:&nbsp; By January of 1977, PFC Johnson was en route to Europe, not as part of the Oklahoma National Guard, but with a contingent of the newly reconstituted 173rd Airborne Brigade.<br><br>(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/58/173Airborne_Brigade_Shoulder_Patch.png)<br><br>As time went by and mortars weren't replaced and mortar ammo got low, the brigade found it had more mortarmen than it needed, and not enough M-60 gunners strong enough to hump the guns and ammo. That's how PFC Johnson started carrying a machine gun instead of a mortar baseplate. And when the 173rd was decimated, its survivors, including SPC Johnson, became replacements for the Air Cav. As fuel for the helicopters began to run low, PFC Johnson (yep, he was busted for something that was totally not his fault) went from the Air Cav to the Armored Cavalry. A few months later, CPL Johnson (because in the Army these things matter) was then placed in charge of an infantry squad consisting of five Americans, a Canadian, and a Polish soldier who claims his mother was from the US and he wanted to join the American Army. His English wasn't very good. As fuel for armored vehicles became scarce, Spec. Johnson found himself a grenadier, this time in the "foot cavalry".&nbsp; The rational for giving him the M203 was because he was a mortarman, and that was the closest thing they had to a mortar.&nbsp; It was an adjustment to make (from the M60) but he does enjoy being able to blow things up from a distance, and getting to see them blow up -- not always an option with mortars.<br><br>(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/8f/3_Infantry_Div_Patch.svg/200px-3_Infantry_Div_Patch.svg.png)<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Going home</span>:&nbsp; He understood (a little) why the people in charge kept wanting to reorganize the army. On the other hand, he figured they didn't understand that the common soldier doesn't really fight for his country or his flag or his mother and the apple pies she bakes -- he fights for the guy next to him. One of his old top sergeants told him that a long long time ago. Was it really over a year? It made perfect sense to him once it was explained. Not may soldiers who have been in combat with one group of guys for a while ever want to go to another unit, so he wasn't crazy about this reorganization. Even though he didn't know anyone that well in his new "company" it wasn't as bad as it could have been. He <em>knew of</em> a few of them, and they seemed to be okay.. After all, they weren't rookies either.<br><br>Besides, they're reorganizing so they can go home. He wouldn't care if he was put in with a bunch of male ballerinas from the Air Force if it meant going home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome... Home?  OOC: Reference </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arkhos</strong> on <strong>06-06-2013, 17:34:20</strong>
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				Name: Alexander (Alex) Clark<br>Age: 28<br>Gender: Male<br>Occupational Specialty: Squad Support/Designated Marksman<br>Specialized Weaponry: Very skilled with sniper weapons, proficient with handguns. Basic Canadian Army training with military grade weapons and hand-to-hand combat<br>Branch: 1st Canadian Brigade Group, 3rd Battalion, Princess Patricia's Canadian Light Infantry - Bravo Company - Corporal<br>Appearance: Appearance: Image One (http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/liam2_zps6dce86d4.jpg), Image Two (http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/liam1_zps538bd928.jpg)<br>Personality: Alex is a kind, quiet man, generally keeping to himself and doing his best to keep out of trouble. Loyal to those he trusts, once he gets to know someone he is quick to open up a bit more and get to know people. He isn't fond of huge crowds of people, and he has a general kindness towards animals, though he is not above hunting and eating them when necessary. Alex is very observant, and is not overly familiar or comfortable in large towns or cities, being a farm-boy himself. He is quite proud of his Canadian heritage.<br><br>Background: Alex grew up near Red Deer, Alberta, Canada. His father and his father's father before him were farmers and 'frontiersmen', living away from big cities and all the troubles and distractions they caused. Alex helped his father do what needed to be done, and even hunted game to put food on the table at times. Alex was a crack-shot from a very early age, and only got better and more skilled in time.<br><br>In the technology age, though, Alex was eager to find something more, to see more and do more than his father or anyone before him had done. Upon graduating from school and hitting his 18th birthday, Alex enlisted into the Canadian military, a move which was not well-received by his parents. It caused a rift between them that would never heal.<br><br>His first duty assignment was deployment to Europe, specifically to Heidelberg, Germany. That's where he was stationed when hostilities broke out.<br><br>It wasn't long before his unit saw action, advancing to the front only to be summarily destroyed by overwhelming Warsaw Pact forces. Alex witnessed his entire unit massacred, from which he was the only survivor. During the initial engagements, Alex killed his first target. And his second. And third, and fourth... the kills racked up, putting his long-range skills to the test day in and day out. Quickly, though, the command structure of his entire company fell to pieces. Alex did his best to retreat westward on foot, seeking to find any surviving allied forces, Canadian, US, UK, NATO or otherwise.<br><br>Eventually he met up with the 4/4 Cavalry Squadron with great relief. Hoping to hitch a ride back to the West, he was all too eager to get back to North America, and leave the hell of Europe behind him.<br><br>Awareness: Excellent<br>Cognition: Average<br>Coordination: Olympian<br>Fitness: Excellent<br>Muscle: Stellar<br>Personality: Average<br>Resolve: Above Average<br>Education: High School<br><br>Skills:<br>Longarms: Master<br>Fieldcraft: Expert<br>Streetcraft: Professional<br>Survival: Competent<br>Driving: Competent<br>Hand to Hand: Competent<br>Hand Weapon: Competent<br>Sidearm: Competent<br>Support Weapons: Competent<br>Tactics: Competent<br>Climbing: Novice<br>Medicine: Novice<br>Freefall: Novice<br><br>Standard Loadout, Plus<br>M-21 vice M-16 (And M-14 with a scope and a bipod)<br>9 M-21 Magazines vice 9 M16-Magazines<br>M9 Pistol, 3 Magazines<br>1 M-72 LAW<br>1 Camp Stove
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				Title: <strong>Just Who is in Second Section, Anyway?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlexStone</strong> on <strong>10-06-2013, 19:54:00</strong>
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				The People (And Animals) of Second Section, 3rd Platoon, B Troop, 4/4th Cav... just who are these guys, anyway?<br><br>I'm glad you asked.&nbsp; Here's some brief bio stuff on them- what you've been able to put together by talking to them or other people.&nbsp; This stuff may or may not be true, or the whole story, it's just what you hear around.<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i43.tinypic.com/aa7tpi.jpg)<br>&nbsp;<em>The Platoon Sergeant, recalled to the colors in 1996</em></div> <strong>SFC Allen Hart </strong><br>Allen Hart came into the world in Irontown, Ohio, to parents married right after the war.&nbsp; His father had fought in the European theater, then moved to Irontown to work in the the steel plants there.&nbsp; Given good economic times that followed the war in the US, Hart had a fairly idyllic childhood.&nbsp; In 1967, his draft board informed him that he would be entering the US Army- which actually suited him, given that he'd mostly floated his way through school, and wasn't too sure that he wanted jump into the mills that ran the town.&nbsp; He ended up in the Cav, and by the end of 1967, he was with the 1st Air Cav in Vietnam, which meant that his tour would be one of the most active in the war.&nbsp; He fought through the Tet Offfensive, the relief of Khe Sahn, the A Shau Valley, and a number of other engagements as 1968 wound down on account of heavy communist casualties.&nbsp; He managed to escape the year with only minor energy, and a promotion to corporal.&nbsp; His bit done, he could have sat out the rest of his term in a cav unit in the US, but he ended up disliking garrison duty so much that, by 1970, he was back in country, serving&nbsp; second tour after reenlisting.&nbsp; That was, by comparison, a much slower year, even though his tour was cut short by an AK-47 round through his thigh.&nbsp; <br><br>After he recovered, with the war in 'Nam winding down, he considered heading out of the Army.&nbsp; But, he'd invested a lot of time, by a 23 year old's reckoning, into the service, and figured he might as well stick it out for a bit.&nbsp; He served in Cav units in Korea and Germany, trying to stay out of the long garrison periods in the US.&nbsp; He suffered through the low points before the transition to a volunteer force, and was part of the effort to train up new Cav troopers in the '80s.&nbsp; He enjoyed mentoring younger soldiers, and helping those that wanted to improve themselves.&nbsp; He helped a lot get into college after the Army- though, he never bothered getting a degree himself.&nbsp; When the Berlin Wall fell in '89, it looked like his watch was over, and, with enough time in, he retired to start on a second career.<br><br>That turned out to be a job as at State Police officer in Kentucky.&nbsp; He got married to a woman he could get along with, adopting her two kids.&nbsp; He worked the day shift, came home at night, and didn't worry overly much about his actual rank or politics in department.&nbsp; It kept him busy in his 'retirement,' and let him protect the safety of highway drivers.&nbsp; Still, as the world turned ugly again in the 90s, he wondered if he'd made the right decision by leaving the Army.&nbsp; And, once the war came again, he kissed his wife and kids goodbye, used his status as a member of the Inactive Reserves to get out of his job with the police, and joined up for refresher training with the first round of draftees that made it through basic training.&nbsp; They shipped out as replacements for losses in the front line, and Hart ended up as a replacement PSG in a platoon in the 3rd Mech.&nbsp; He fought through to Poland, survived a nuclear strike in the Ukraine, and, during the retreat back to Germany, ended up back in the Cav.&nbsp; He commanded a platoon for a while, given the lack of lieutenants in his area, and provided valuable leadership in getting the unit back to Bremerhaven.&nbsp; Back in the US, he plans to stick with the Army, at least until things sort themselves out.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://[url=http://i41.tinypic.com/105ps9h.jpg]http://i41.tinypic.com/105ps9h.jpg[/url]) <br><em>Huerta, fourth from right, with his scout team, outside Nemiece, Poland</em></div>&nbsp; <strong>Sgt. Carlos Huerta</strong><br><br>Carlos Huerta was born down in El Paso, Texas, in in 1974.&nbsp; He spent most of his teen years running the streets, rather than worrying too much about schooling.&nbsp; He had a knack for coming up with halfway intelligent plans for pranking rival high schools and getting the help he needed.&nbsp; Never a serious criminal- unless driving very fast and mostly harmless vandalism count- he was challenged by the one teacher he respected to do something with his life other than be a slacker.&nbsp; He decided to Be All That He Could Be, and joined the Army.&nbsp; Surprisingly, he took well to the discipline of Boot Camp, though the more independent operations of a cav scout suited him more than life in an infantry squad, and far, far more than the promise of some other job that didn't involve walking around outside in all sorts of weather conditions- including ones they never got in El Paso. <br><br>He was tapped fairly early in his career as a possible NCO, and was given more leadership responsibility even before his promotions came through.&nbsp; He made corporal as he reupped in time to be deployed to the 11th ACR in 1996. As a result, he was one of the first US soldiers into combat in Europe.&nbsp; He was wounded three times- outside Berlin, again besieging Warsaw, and then finally last year, fighting marauders near the German-Polish border.&nbsp; Each time, he was shuffled through the replacement depots and ended up in a new unit, landing finally in the Cav Troop assigned to Team Perrin in the 3rd Mech.&nbsp; With the reshuffle, he's a fairly senior fire team leader, and has made it known that he thinks he's ready for a move up the line.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i43.tinypic.com/6t0ili.jpg)<br><em>Klaus Piper somewhere in Poland, third day of the war</em></div>&nbsp; <strong> <em>Stabsgefreiter</em> Klaus Piper, SAW Gunner</strong><br><br>If you ever got a flat tire on the side of the road, Klaus would be a good guy to have around.&nbsp; Not that he would know how to replace it, that's not his thing.&nbsp; No, he could just pick up the end of the car and hold it while you swapped the tires, no problem.&nbsp; This means that he doesn't mind carrying the big MG-3, a full size GMPG, over the lighter M249 SAW that he easily could use, given his position in the platoon.&nbsp; However, he always insists on the bigger weapon, saying he's carried one the entire war and doesn't see any reason to give it up.&nbsp; Despite being a senior corporal, Klaus is a quiet, lead by example sort of guy- and the fact that he's not an American does limit his career opportunities in a US unit.&nbsp; Still, he's taken Private Commenia under his wing a bit, as she'll be his assistant gunner when the team is dismounted- though, when she's driving, he seems to have little trouble running the machine gun himself.<br><br>Klaus doesn't talk much about the war himself.&nbsp; He doesn't wear any unit patches from the German Army- rumor has it he was picked up by the 3rd Mech alone outside Krakow in a sanitized uniform, but Klaus just laughed that off the one time someone asked him about it on the trip back to the US.&nbsp; He's been with the 3rd since the Great Nuclear Retreat, and has a reputation for being a very good machinegunner, a quiet teammate, and willing to lend a hand when needed.&nbsp; He decided to come along to America because he figures that his hometown, Bonn, may well have gotten more kilotons per square kilometer than anywhere else in the world, and so there was no home to go back to- and it's generally accepted that the division is his home now.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i44.tinypic.com/2zdvhj5.jpg)<br><em>Spec. Stover assists an orphaned child in southern Poland</em> </div> <strong>Spec. Terri Stover</strong><br><br>They say war makes people hard- though, no one passed that memo to Terri Stover.&nbsp; A junior at Missouri University when the war broke out, she dropped out of school to enlist and do her bit.&nbsp; Well known and liked in college- she probably would have been president of her sorority in more normal times- she kept a positive attitude and generally cheerful disposition despite the best efforts of her drill sergeant to hammer it out of her in preparations for the hardships coming to her once she got to the Central Front.&nbsp; It was still early in the war, so she was assigned to a rear area transport and supply unit, though she was not overly interested in getting stuck driving a truck or swapping tires for the war.&nbsp; After getting slightly wounded in an airstrike, she volunteered for a quick, in theater training course to be a convoy guard, where she developed a special affinity for the M203 grenade launcher.&nbsp; Back in the saddle for the offensive of '97, her unit came apart quickly under the pressure of Soviet nuclear strikes during the counterattack out of the Ukraine, and she got swept up by the 3rd Mech as it retreated and her logistical command effectively disbanded itself.&nbsp; <br><br>Not very interested in going back into the rear area, she finagled a spot in an infantry team- the 3rd always needed more infantrymen, or, in this case, infantrywomen- and served on the front lines in 98, 99 and most of 2000, and survived mostly intact, other than a pinkie finger she never really needed, and a few extra scars that she wouldn't have gotten back on campus.&nbsp; She still hasn't gotten the memo about getting hard, scary and the thousand yard stare, as if infantry combat is either just how normal life should be for her, or she's in total denial of her current situation.&nbsp; It's hard to know talking to her, to be honest, but as long as she can keep putting 40mm rounds into machine gun nests, will anyone really care?&nbsp; <br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i40.tinypic.com/345zgxy.jpg)<br><em>PFC Commenia's induction photo</em></div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>PFC Anna Commenia</strong><br><br>The US didn't get the chance to draft too many women in the war, but Anna was one of them.&nbsp; She graduated high school in 1997, the last class North Atlanta High will graduate for a long, long time.&nbsp; Given the fact there was a war on, she figured someone would sort out what she would do pretty quickly.&nbsp; She got her notice in the first wave of women draftees, a few months before the strategic exchange, when things were looking quite bad.&nbsp; She was at sea when the bombs finally fell in the US, and ended up in a very fluid situation once she landed in Bremerhaven.&nbsp; Barely trained, she was assigned to the logistics command of VII Corps, driving trucks around wrecked transportation exchanges to bring supplies from the ports to forward supply dumps in lieu of the trains that no longer worked.&nbsp; After driving through a particularly hellish bit of the rear area, she lost most of her hair and puked her guts out for several days.<br><br>After recovering from acute radiation sickness, she found that the front had stabilized and didn't quite need as many long haul truckers.&nbsp; She was reassigned as the driver for a forward observer team, which had lost their FIST-V a long time ago, and now road around in a Humvee.&nbsp; This worked out well for her, even though it meant being closer to the front lines.&nbsp; As the years went on, there was less and less artillery to call for, so, the team was effectively a long range scout team with a big radio.&nbsp; Unfortunately, the Humvee carrying the team ate a mine on the movement to Bremerhaven, and was broken up in the big reorg.&nbsp; Needing drivers to fill out their TO&amp;E, the div arty team gave her up to the 4/4Cav.&nbsp; Now she has a new ride, in a totally unfamiliar group.&nbsp; Still, it beats the alternatives- she's sure Atlanta's the same smoking ruin all those German cities were when she got to them.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i40.tinypic.com/2nbwmcp.jpg)<br><em><em>Woof!</em></em></div>&nbsp; <strong>Private Afridi</strong><br><br>Private Afridi is a German Shepard SFC Hart picked up on a patrol a year ago.&nbsp; She appears to have some sort of training, perhaps as a police or military dog.&nbsp; She's friendly, until someone decides to put Hart in danger.&nbsp; In garrison, she sleeps in the Humvee, so good luck stealing the stuff from this section's truck.&nbsp; <br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome... Home?  OOC: Reference </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>14-06-2013, 00:04:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/Domino/raven%20queen/SummerGlau01_zps5c008d1e.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name: Alexandra Mary York<br>Nickname: 'Andi'<br>Rank: First Lieutenant<br>Age: 28<br>Gender: Female<br>Nationality: USA<br>Class/Skill Set: Command/ Trooper/ Pilot<br>Height: 5'8"<br>Weight: 135<br>Eyes: Brown<br>Hair: Brown</strong><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>Twilight 2000 <br>Stats:<br>Awareness: Excellent<br>Cognition: Excellent<br>Coordination: Excellent<br>Fitness: Above Average<br>Muscle: Average<br>Personality: Amazing<br>Resolve: Slightly Below Average<br>Education: Bachelor's Degree<br><br>Longarm: Expert&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Fieldcraft: Expert<br>Sidearm: Professional&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Deception: Professional<br>Persuasion: Professional&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Command: Professional<br>Aviation: Professional /Rotary Qualification [wears pilot wings]<br>Tactics: Competent&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Construction: Competent<br>Electronics: Competent&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Language (German): Competent<br>Streetcraft: Competent&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Scrounging: Competent<br>Survival: Competent&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Language (English): Competent<br>Scrounging: Competent&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Climbing: Novice<br>Hand-to-Hand: Novice&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Hand Weapons: Novice<br>Medicine: Novice&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Gunnery: Novice<br>Support Weapons: Novice<br><br>Weapons:<br>1 M16A2 + 1 Magazine + Sling<br>2 Quad Magazine Pouches<br>8 Magazines, M16A2<br>6 Grenade Loops<br>2 Fragmentation, 2 Concussion, 2 Smoke Grenades.<br>1 Knife Sheath<br>1 Knife<br>1 1911A1 +3 magazines [50 rounds .45 ACP]<br>1 Mossberg 500 Shotgun, pistol grip [50 rounds 12 guage 00 Buck]<br><br><br>Gear:<br>1 Set Fatigues and Boots<br>1 Kevlar Vest + Extensions <br>1 Kevlar Helmet<br><br>On Load Bearing Gear: <br>1 Canteen Carrier<br>1 Canteen, 1L<br>1 Medical Pouch<br>1 IFAK<br>1 Radio Pouch<br>1 Tactical Radio<br>1 NVG Carrier<br>1 NVG<br>1 Flashlight Pouch<br>1 Flashlight<br><br>In&nbsp; Pack:<br>1 Whistle<br>1 Sleeping Bag<br>1 Shelter Half<br>50 Chlorine&nbsp; Tabs<br>1 Flint and Steel<br>1 Compass<br>2 Rolls, Duct Tape<br>60m Paracord<br>1 Multitool<br>1 Gun Cleaning Kit<br>2 sets, rechargeable spare batteries<br>3 Days MREs.<br>Cold Weather Gear<br>Rain Gear<br>1 piece Team Camp Gear (Stove, filter, tent, etc.)<br><br>Little black silk dress from Paris and black high heels [wrapped up nicely in sealed pack]<br><br>[more to come for Background]
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