Roll20.net: Escape from Kalisz v2.2

[LT. Ox]

First Lt. Shanahan started his Military carrier at eighteen in what was then the UNITED States. His beginning was like a lot of others, basic of eight weeks followed by advanced individual training of another eight weeks in the Infantry MOS “plane jane” it was without incident, well except he was promoted to PFC at the end of the sixteen weeks due to his graduating first in class.
That was when things started to get a bit more interesting. “Hey Kid you want to go to Ranger school?”
The DI did not crack a smile when he asked; just put it out to the young Private without any explanation or additional information, like the part about jump school first. Luke looked at his brand new stripe and answered “Affirmative Drill Sergeant!”
That is how a stupid kid ended up in a stupid place like stupid Poland getting shot at by stupid people. OK, so I wasn’t stupid, just ignorant. I did not know enough to ask simple questions, like what kinda things do Rangers do? Or what are the survival expectations of a new squad leader E-4 dumbass? I also did not know that if you shoot expert with every damn weapon they test you with the Army might want to see if you can get through Sniper school. One of the things good about all that schooling, it is hard as hell to get killed on an Army training post, another is you get a promotion when you graduate first in your class, which means more money.
Hell I grew up in Colorado, almost everyone I knew could shoot and shoot well. I could read a map and start a fire and clean my kills and fish and find stuff to eat and well you get the picture Army life was just the next step of being a boy scout in Colorado, without the merit badges, do not tell my old DI that!
Well Army life in training, Army life in Germany and Poland the last three years is not what I would call an extension of the Boy Scouts of America, more like a book I read in High school called “We were Soldiers Once” only the damn Choppers do not come and bail us out.
At first I was scared all the time, make that I was petrified all the time. Then I was kind of numb, I think that was after my spotter took three slugs to the chest and the only thing that happened to me was I heard the hornet pass by my ear. Everyone talks about it, you know the survivors guilt thing but I just went numb for a long time. About the middle of the second year I got into this I am going to die here thinking. I mean if you know you’re going to die and you just accept it then you can live day to day and give thanks for the past twenty-four and sleep.
When I started the third year and almost no one was getting to go back home or what was left of home I sort of went into a funk but then the Major came up to me and handed me these damn bars and told me I was in charge of the best damn platoon of Rangers in Europe, what the, hell I have no idea if more than four or five platoons of Rangers exist in Europe or anywhere else. I did lose the funk though; I mean I have to think about MY People. At first I wanted to toss the dam Second Lieutenant Bars back at him but then I thought who else would he put in charge of us?
Ok here I am LT. Shanahan ready for duty and almost the first thing I hear over the net is “you’re on your Own”

PC sheet to follow