[color=1a7b30][B]Name:[/b][/color] James Fletcher
[color=1a7b30][B]Age:[/b][/color] 19
[color=1a7b30][B]Gender:[/b][/color] Male
[color=1a7b30][B]Rank:[/b][/color] Private
[color=1a7b30][B]Ethnicity/Nationality:[/b][/color] White
 
[color=1a7b30][B]Physical Description:[/b][/color] James is an Average 5'8, while skinny and not imposing in the slightest in his military outfit his jet black hair and dark green eyes could still be seen. His skin is pale, his family's british roots not helping with the fact he preferred the library to the fields. Clean shaven, and hair cut just the way uncle sam wants it.

[color=1a7b30][B]Skillset:[/b][/color] James while not the best shot; or strongest is a quite talented pilot being swooped up after basic testing high, he fit right in with the other flyers. He can keep relatively calm under fire when he is behind the controls of a Helicopter, But is out of his element on the ground. 

[color=1a7b30][B]History:[/b][/color] James was born February 27th, 1948 in Raleigh, North Carolina. His father served in the 82nd Airborne division during the second world war and while he was a veteran he never talked about what had happened during his time serving. James grew up an ordinary life; though his father pressed him to keep up with studies, that academics were the most important thing to his future. His father never told James anything about the war, even when pressed and begged he would simply say that was then and this was now and ask him to drop the subject. 

His first big milestone came at 10 when his father bought him a model plane, spurring in his son a fascination with flying airplanes and taking into the air. This love of flight kept with him spurring his urge to go into Aeronautics and the grow to want to be a pilot. He graduated high school with flying colors, top marks. And though his want to go to college was strong. His family could not afford the luxury nor the money to send him to flight school. And against the urgings of his father went to the military to learn how to fly. Hoping that the long war would be over before he had to actually fight.

The second his flight training was over he found himself on a trip to hell in the jungle.
[color=1a7b30][B]Equipment:[/b] [/color] 
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[*] Compass pack
[*] Thompson Machine Gun 
[*] Standard Pilot helmet and Gear
[*] Smith & Wesson Model 12
[*] 2 M34 white phosphorus grenade (Salvaged from the wreck)
[*] 2 M18 grenade Smoke Hand Grenade
[*] Pilots Survival Knife W/ Seathe
[*] Lightweight Tropical Rucksack W/ Water Canteen, 2 C-Rations, Poncho (Recovered from Crash) Half pack of gum (on person).
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