Previous Employment and Training:
2006-: Austrian Bundesheer - Combat Medic
2012- : Medical University of Vienna
Current Assignment: NATO-CFOR MNBG West; Wachtmeister(OR-5)
Tasked with maintaining good terms with the local populace, Yuri's daily activities required meeting with locals and writing up reports for the Officers; either someone's cow ran off and was hit by a returning patrol or some off-duty grunts had gotten into a brawl with drunk locals over something neither group could recall. He was a career soldier, spent two tours in Kosovo, and had completed any and all medical training offered, but his panache for languages and the understanding of the local culture was what was needed. He sighed, looking out the window of the jeep: the sky gray and cloudy, the ground damp from a light drizzle. Ugly weather, miserable weather, but oh how he ached to be in that mud, for his heart to pound in his ears, to tie down another tourniquet, to do something, anything other than fill out another report, reprimand another soldier, talk down another angry local. He never imagined that so soon he would miss the angry locals, complaining about another incident and not trying to claw his eyes out of his head.