Name: Jack Sweeny
Age: 25-ish
Civilian or Soldier: Soldier
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Job: Still in basic training… lol
Skills: charming, brawler, quick thinker [when he’s sober]
Sample Post:

Military jail in the 1940’s was a different kind of beast. Sweeny ran moonshine in the southern States before he was drafted. He had been around booze, both the legal and illegal kind, for most of his life. After weeks of basic training in preparation for the ground war in Europe, a few of the new recruits talked Sweeny into sneaking off of the military base to go to a bar. A few drinks later, a few fists later, and Sweeny was being picked up by the MP’s. After a few hours of sobering up a tall dark haired army captain stepped into the holding cell area to talk to the young recruit. 

“You look like you’ve seen better days, rookie.” The Captain said with a grin. 

“You should have seen them other guys…” Sweeny replied looking up for a few moments from where he was sitting. 

“I did actually…. all five of them. All together at least four broken ribs, a cracked jaw, a broken leg, a dislocated arm, and there was the guy you kicked in the pants…” Captain Pierce informed the young man. 

“Wait… how’d you know that? Who are you again?” Sweeny asked still getting his wits about him. 

“I’m Captain Benjamin Franklin Pierce of the USAAF, and I was at the bar last night trying to enjoy the driest gin they had when you made a scene. What did those men say to you and those other rookies that got you so fired up?” the man asked. 

“A man fights for his country… and those guys think they can stand around and call him…” Sweeny started to say. 

“I don’t like the word either, kid. You put five men in the hospital while the other two ran and your superiors want to throw the three of you out of the army, but I’m putting a team together and I could use those fists of yours. I don’t care about the other two…” the Captain began saying. 

“Jackson wasn’t drafted like me, sir. His family needs the money. He’s got a sister that’s sick and…” Sweeny started to say before the Captain spoke up. 

“If you want to help your colored friend stay employed then I need you to sober up, soldier. In three days you’re going to meet Howard Hughes himself. And the Rocketeer…” the superior informed the still somewhat drunk Sweeny. 

[h3]Three Days Later…[/h3]

In an airplane hangar in the middle of nowhere Howard Hughes and Capt. Pierce looked over the handful of recruits assembled in less than a week. Several rocket packs and silver Rocketeer helmets were on a bunch of tables and there was a large plane in the back of the hangar as well. The Rocketeer was nowhere to be seen at first until he came rushing through the skies and darting through the hangar. After a fast landing that resulted in a rolling stop in front of the new recruits, it was a different superhero landing to be sure. The Rocketeer stood up and removed his helmet before addressing the group. 

“My name’s Cliff Seacord. The United States wants me to teach the lot of you how to fly without wings… in one week.” The Rocketeer stated.