Age: 22 (Born Akron, Ohio)
Rank: Private First Class, United States Army (E3)
Languages spoken: English (Native Speaker)
Key skills: Cooking, Scrounging, Survival




Primary Weapon: M16A2 Assault Rifle
Secondary Weapon: FFS, he’s lucky he has one
Notable gear: PASGT vest, PASGT helmet, ALICE LBE

Tall and skinny – he prefers to think of himself as wiry – before the War Byron Jackson flipped burgers for a living and spent most of his free time playing FPS games on his Sony PlayStation and trying to get laid (both with varying degrees of success). He might have eventually found a girl, settled down, got a proper job, but the War took care of all of that for him. He was scooped up in the Draft at the start of 1997, just a couple of months after Congress reintroduced it, and trained as a Supply Specialist before being sent to Europe, where he ended up with the 5th Division.

He’s only been with the Cajuns for a couple of days, is officially the FNG; his supply unit got overran by the Soviets early on in the battle, and after spending a night on his own in the boonies he stumbled into one of Charlie Company’s pickets the next morning. Luckily for him they didn’t shoot first and ask questions later and he ended up pressed into service as a dismount.

Byron doesn’t like sticking his neck out. War’s not like the PlayStation, you can’t just go back to your last save and start again. He’s not a coward, but he’s no hero either. Like a lot of people he just wants to stay alive, maybe hopefully find a way home some day.

He’s clad in standard woodland camo U.S.Army BDU’s, with appropriate personalisations - name tape, rank and Divisional insignia - all in Lo Viz.