Previous Employment and Training:
2006-: Austrian Bundesheer - Combat Medic
2012- : Medical University of Vienna
Current Assignment: NATO-CFOR MNBG West; Leutnant (OF-1b)
Tasked with maintaining good terms with the local populace, Yuri's daily activities required perusing through reports about locals; 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. Years spent at the Theresian Military Academy, studying Military Medicine, but his panache for languages and the understanding of the local culture was what was needed. He sighed, looking out the window: 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.