Ali Güzel is the name. I will tell you some thing about me:
I am an Turk , but I am born in The Netherlands. I am a proud Turk - love my country.
I have never been great in school, learned most of the stuff I needed on the streets or at the trucker restaurant I worked in.
Learned to be tough at the trucker stop as many truckers were rough people, they acted as a father figure for me. They thought me how to fight and how to speak in multiple langauges.
They taught me planning scheldules , map orientation and driving trucks.
As I turned 18, it is mandatory to join the Army. I didn't like that, but awefull life with the truckers weren't pleasing either. After I turned 19, I decided to join up the army to make official a man out of myself.
After joining, several months later, I got tortured and beaten a lot of time, because they didn't like me being a smartass. I worked hard, worked my way up and joined the red Berets. I got recruited as a sniper. Learned a lot things I cannot say I'm afraid.
After couple years I wanted to do something new, but leaving the Red Beret is not a easy task. I had to stay in the Army, so I applied for Cargo planning. I arranged the scheldudes of the ships from Turkey towards the whole world.
One day I had to double count the stock on the ship going to Chernarus. After a hard day working, I fell asleep on the ship, I heard sirens going off and we got told to leave the coast immediatly, staff and crew weren't allowed to leave the ship. So we got stuck on the sea without a captain. Heavy storms brought us to Chernarus and we hit the coast. We heard a lot of yelling in the city, many of the crew and staff got out. I heard a lot of screams, I looked down and saw many getting attacked by men who looked all bloody. It was an aweful view. I decided to stay a couple days on the ship.
After a while I got out, saw the bodies all teared up. I am in an country I do not know.
I am lost, do not know what to do.
I am searching a way out, a way to survive...