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Jungle Fever: A Vietnam War Survival RP

I'm digging this. If I might make a suggestion?

The M203s weren't fielded until 1969, so it would help if one of our troops was carrying an M79 in addition to their M16. It will give us more firepower, since they won't have M203s.

EDIT : I'd suggest either @HeySeuss or @Tearstone as the grenadier. The gunner, radio cat, and medic are all going to be carrying a shit load of extra weight already, and the Platoon Sergeant and Platoon Leader wouldn't be the ones to carry that sort of weapon, since they'd be doing command/control.

Jungle Fever: A Vietnam War Survival RP

Characters are all looking good. Excited to kick this off, and get our boys into the shit.

Jungle Fever: A Vietnam War Survival RP

Sarge is present and accounted for. Found a "Vietnam Airsoft" image.

EDIT : Okay, CS corrected. I somehow had it in my head that we were set in 1970, not 1967. Should all be corrected now.

Jungle Fever: A Vietnam War Survival RP

Name:Ryan Davis
Age:33
Gender:Male
Rank:E-7 / Sergeant First Class
Ethnicity/Nationality:Scotch-Irish American

Physical Description:SFC Davis stands at roughly average height, and weighs in at 190lbs. His dark brown hair is kept in a neat medium-fade, per Army uniform regulations, and when time allows he ensures that his jaw is clean-shaven in compliance with accepted military standards. Despite his rigid adherence to military uniform protocols, his blue eyes often sparkle with good humor. His has two tattoos; the 17th Infantry buffalo on his left shoulder, and his “meat tags” on the right side of his ribcage. Shrapnel scars mar his right thigh and shoulder, courtesy of his trip to Korea.

SFC Davis

Skillset:This is Ryan’s third tour to Vietnam and his fourth combat tour in all, so he has a wealth of experience and practical knowledge to draw upon. The various leadership courses he’s attended give him a solid grasp of tactics, and his 15 years in the grunts have made him a solid marksman. His most valuable “skills” are his ability to keep a cool head under fire, and to appear confident and collected even when he isn’t sure of himself.

History:Born in 1934, Ryan was raised in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado, hiking and hunting as soon as he could hold a rifle. High school was uneventful (thanks to a veteran father who kept him under a tight but fair rein), and he spent most of his free time in the mountain trails or riding his Harley with his dad and uncles. There was never any doubt that he’d end up in the military. His father had fought the Nazis in World War II, and when Ryan enlisted in 1952 he threw himself eagerly into the Army life. He served in the final days of Korea as a young soldier in 1953, and was involved in the hellish campaign for Pork Chop Hill with Kilo Company, 17th Infantry, where he was awarded the Purple Heart and Bronze Star for his actions during the battle. His first ‘Nam deployment came in 1963, his second in 1965. Now, as a Platoon Sergeant for the 1st Cav, he’s four months into his third tour. Ryan’s personal leadership method of “loving aggression” with his troops has led him to success so far; he treats his men fairly but accepts no half-assing, preferring to lead with a firm hand rather than the iron fist often employed by Staff NCOs.

Equipment:

• M16A1 with spare magazines
• Colt M1911 .45 pistol, often issued to machine gunners and medics, and standard issue for Staff NCOs and Officers.
• US Army Gerber Mark II fighting knife
• Standard troop fair (rations, towel, canteens, etc.) and his helmet (unadorned, per Army regulation
• 3 M26 Fragmentation Grenades
• Map and compass with map pens, and a notebook containing his “Platoon Sgt Cheat Sheets” for calling artillery, air support, and the like.
• A picture of his wife and two daughters, carried inside his helmet.
• One of his younger brother’s spare dog tags, worn on the tag chain next to his own. His brother is a Marine, currently deployed near Da Nang.
• A piece of shrapnel about 2 inches across, kept as a good-luck charm from Korea.
• Several cans of Copenhagen. Sometimes he thinks it's the only thing keeping him from choking out his more unruly men.

Jungle Fever: A Vietnam War Survival RP

Haha I'll be chill about it. I have some research to do too, rest assured.

I'm all spun up on modern USMC counter-insurgency. I have no idea what 1970s US Army tactics were, though. Plus I was with an Amphibious Assault unit, so I only did a little infantry shenanigans before / during deployment (no call for Amphibious Assault Vehicles in Afghanistan; we went as a provisional rifle company).

I do know basic infantry patrol / engagement SOPs though, which is why I'd like to be the senior NCO in the group. Granted, that'll put the pressure on me not to botch things and get everyone killed, but hey...That's half the fun, right?

I'll be available through PM any time anyone has any questions, so feel free to ask. I've got a lot of buddies in The Biz too, so anything I don't know myself I can find out. I can help out the gunner, in particular, since that's what I did in Afghan.

Jungle Fever: A Vietnam War Survival RP

I'm digging this. There's a lot of interest. So let's see, so far we've got;

Platoon Sergeant
Possible officer / engineer (depending which you choose, RPC)
Radio
Gunner (da Pig!)
Doc
Rifleman

That's not a bad crew, already. Gives us a solid amount of firepower, especially if Mr_Pink's rifleman feels like lugging a Blooper along, as well?

EDIT : Provided we're all accepted in our requested roles, of course.

Jungle Fever: A Vietnam War Survival RP

"Demolitions" isn't really an Army MOS, per se. About the closest thing they have are EOD and Combat Engineers.

Keep in mind, these guys aren't SF. As an Air Cav unit, they'd be grunts in helicopters. Rifles, m60s, grenades and a few guys with M79 grenade launchers.

In the Corps we have the 0351 Assaultman, which is closer to what people think of when they think "demolitions". They breach walls/doors, and employ rockets against enemy armor, but they're generally in the Weapons Platoon of infantry companies.

EDIT : Anyway, if this looks like it'll take off, I'll bang out a character sheet and whatnot. I love military RPs, and haven't had the pleasure of doing one based in The 'Nam.

Jungle Fever: A Vietnam War Survival RP

Consider me interested. This looks like it's right up my alley. I can play a senior NCO. Thinking the platoon sergeant; I'll make him a Ssgt or SFC with your permission.

The Last Kings of Orion

Mike is on the board. Sorry for the time delay, finals week was occurring. Soon I'll be in Colorado slaughtering goats...Will work never cease for the Farmer Student Biker Guy?!

Anyway, it's short, but that's dialogue for you, right? Everyone's posts have been great. Thoroughly enjoying this story.

Mike's status : Currently enjoying the company of two lovely ladies down in the hangar. Lopez and Sczruba are going over contingency plans, Decker is on patrol on the port side of the ship, while Sullivan is swinging by the Cryo-Bay. All are armed for basic patrol, and capable of responding should a thing happen.

The Last Kings of Orion

Laughing, Mike stepped forward to take a few of the gummy bears, studiously avoiding the green ones. After all, it would be rude to refuse an offered treat, and Mama Davis had certainly taught him manners.

“Well, 1st Sergeant said it was best if I refrained from carrying a boom-box while on duty, or I’d have Lopez carting one around wherever we went,” he said, throwing a wink at Pauline. “I think everyone should have mandatory musical accompaniment, because that way I’d know who to avoid by listening for the scary organs and brass.”

“So, explosions, eh?” he asked Devi, quirking an eyebrow at her. “I’ve done a few of those in my time. Ever see a Chinese Type-100 Battle Tank get hit by a rocket? Oh man, the bang is pretty extraordinary. Especially once the ammunition stores catch fire, and all of the secondaries start cooking off…”

Mike trailed off, grinning into the middle distance at the pleasant memory, then came back to reality at a squawk from his radio.

“Prophet, this is Hooligan. I’m at the Cryo-Bay. Gonna make a quick tour, let people know we’re around like you said. How copy? Over.”

“Hooligan, Prophet. Solid copy. Make some friends. Kiss some hands, shake some babies. Do your thing. Prophet out.”

The Marine released the shoulder-mic of his radio and returned his attention to the ladies before him, smiling to let them know they had his full attention again.

“Right, so where were we?”