Lance Corporal Peter Simpson
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Name: Peter Simpson
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Born in: Yorkshire, England, the United Kingdom
Branch: Company 2, 2nd Battalion, Royal Scots Regiment, British Army (Singapore)
Rank: Lance Corporal (E-3)
Occupational Specialty: Rifleman/Grenadier
Appearance: A rugged man from York, Simpson keeps himself in immaculate appearance when possible. That means his sandy hair is kept well within British regulations and his cheeks and chin are smooth. Due to his upbringing, on a farm in Yorkshire, he is well built, and the past two years in the army have only helped to further define that form.
Strengths: Simpson is a rather hardy individual, calm under stress
Weaknesses:
History: Peter Simpson was born on August 3rd 1918, the anniversary of the fourth year of the Great War. He grew up on the family farm outside in Yorkshire, about fifteen kilometres outside the city’s outer limits, and from a relatively
Non GI Possessions: A leather-bound diary which he writes in rather frequently, four photos, one of Kitchener, another of Churchill, one of his family, and a final one (moderately larger than the others) of his girlfriend back at Aldershot.
Due to his upbringing, on a farm in Yorkshire, he joined the army in 1939, finding himself assigned to the Royal Scots Regiment. While not a native Scot, his family was one of those long ago relocated by King Edward back in the 13th Century, and through some convoluted system, Simpson found himself fighting beside men whom he had little contact with except for the fact that some six hundred years ago there was the slim chance their ancestors were neighbors.
He went to France with the BEF, and fought along the Aisne, but found his unit was unable to make it into the Dunkirk pocket before it was too dangerous, and instead was forced, along with several other sizable formations of the BEF, to be evacuated via the ports at Cherbourg and Brest.
He spent the ensuing year along the coast of Wessex, waiting for Sealowe, but that never came. Instead, during his time along the coast, he found himself often driving a lorry with a trio of his comrades around the countryside, followign the air battles and hoping to rescue downed RAF pilots and capture those Luftwaffe personnel that managed somehow to survive.
In late November of 1941, GHQ's worry about the growing hostility of the Japanese led teh Royal Scots to be deployed to Hong Kong, where they arrived early on December 6th, giving them just enough time to get something in order before things went all to hell.
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Hong Kong was an interesting, certainly very different from what Simpson knew before. So very different. Yes, there was the vast countryside, but there was also lots of water, and signs that looked more like artwork that should be kept to a modernist gallery instead of used as a form of direction. But there wasn’t much Simpson could do in the way of choosing his post. He was par of Company 2, 2nd Battalion, the Royal Scots Regiment of the British Army, and that was where he was going to stay till his tour out East ended. When it finally did, he’d be on the first boat back to Portsmouth then go with his unit back to Aldershot. To what amounted to his second home. But that was still at least nine weeks off. And that was had the peace held. Today was December 8th, 1941, and things couldn’t get much worse. A mere nine weeks! And all ruined by cowardly Japs who didn’t have the guts to send the proper channels to the Americans.
At least there was SOMETHING Lance Corporal Simpson could be grateful for. America couldn’t hide anymore behind its veil, and would now be out in force. Maybe there was a chance in Europe to actually beat the Boche (as is father would call them) out of France. After that, a race to Berlin against Uncle Joe…it would be a curious war to say the least.
Then the first shells fell inside of Hong Kong. Sirens blared, and Lance Corporal Simpson rolled from bed instinctively and groped for his Lee-Enfield No. 4 MK 1. The thing held ten rounds in a pair of old-fashioned five-round clips, and this particular one had definitely seen better days, likely during the Great War, but at least it worked and was fully loaded. He grabbed his helmet then ran outside, where the company commander, Captain French, was calling roll. Each man sounded off in turn, one hundred ten of them in all. And then those hundred ten marched off to their positions along the outskirts of Hong Kong. It would be one of the longest nights Company 2, 2nd Battalion, Royal Scots Regiment would ever face. And it would last well over a fortnight.
Those Japanese would pay. First they strike at American holdings...andn while it didn't sit well with Simpson, he could deal with it. But to strike at a colony of hte King? An affront to every citizen of Great Britain, and by extension the Empire and Commonwealth also.
'God bless those slanty-eyed fools.' thought Simpson as the column marched along one of Hong Kong's main avenues.
'For King and Country!'
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The Squad at Rest
![[image]](http://www.bbc.co.uk/ww2peopleswar/stories/58/images/109714337216378854248_1.jpg)
Simpson:
![[image]](http://www.bbc.co.uk/ww2peopleswar/stories/89/images/111237609423871203399_1.jpg)
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