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Vide "Eau" Lècuyer

I lost my name. The Army gave it back.

0 · 180 views · located in A german POW camp in WWII.

a character in “Escape from Stadelheim”, as played by SeranaphLiesztström

Description

The fleeting visages of memory Vide retains is often an anchor for the supposed details of his stolen past. Born 1915, he was a mere child when the Germans rained bombs in his native town of Sheerness, Kent on June 5, 1917. The flames that engulfed his home forced his parents out, only to be in close proximity to an exploding bomb. The body of his mother proved an effective meatshield and perhaps the only reason for his survival. Crying in the midst of ruins, a french doctor noticed his figure, sprawled in debris, half his swaddling clothes gone, innocent and oblivious to the destruction around him.

The french doctor, named Pontierre Sylvi, cared for him for a week asking both his patients and bereaved as to any next-of-kin the young child, innocently sleeping by his side, may have had. None came for him. Knowing the true identity of the boy as much as he (a 2 year-old) had, Pontierre brought him all the way back to France where the boy was christened "Vide Lècuyer". Pontierre, knowing that the wounds of war are deepest in the hearts of the populace tried what he could to heal the injuries of the flesh by enforcing the Hippocratic sacrament. Vide was then raised in the French Army as Pontierre has chosen to join the military as a medic.

Raised in an environment deprived of childish comforts, Vide was scrubbing barracks, fixing bunks and helping out in the mess hall by the young age of 6. By age 10, he had shown an uncanny interest and skill in military maneuvers. By age 12, he could beat soldiers in chess and point out common military errors in historical wars. By age 14, he had mastered basic tactics and was recognized to be an equal to those 2 decades older than him.

Although his youth had not been as bubbly as those in different circumstances, he enjoyed the company of soldiers and men far older than him. He was often the mascot of the camp, a kid who could beat all new recruits at practically every aspect the camp valued, apart from height. He was often paraded in front of new recruits, both as a taunt and a role model to them. When it came to physical aptitude, new recruits would tire while he did even more. Admired by everyone in the camp for being great company, he could say those were the best days of his life.

Recognizing his potential, a visiting general decided to fund his education in Saint-Cyr, a recognized military academy, just as he was turning 15. He emerged from the academy after an unusually lengthy stay (in which he mastered practically every stratagem of the time) at age 22 as a military genius.

It was then that war was imminent. Hastening to plan the defense of France against the forces of Hitler, he went straight to the general who had afforded him his education, only to be mired by French politics. He would often outwit other generals (he himself bore the lowly rank of Lieutenant) in strategy, earning the admiration of many soldiers and the envy of those who sought to keep him in check. In an unexpected political twist, high-ranking officers had him imprisoned on the grounds of treason, a false charge stemming from jealousy.

Vide languished in prison for years, his body atrophied for lack of sustenance, but his mind grew even stronger. Once an extrovert who connected with everyone, he became a cold impersonal genius in the latter part of his stay in prison. The political storm that swept him into the dark recesses of prison to be forgotten had not forgotten him. As soon as 1941 came, he was conscripted into the army, given a subpar 2 week training course (unnecessary as he far outranked everyone around him in terms of military talent) and sent to the front lines to be killed.

He was forced into battle merely 3 weeks after being out of prison. He was forbidden to make contact with the outside world, branded as a criminal who would die on the field to atone for his sins. Having no knowledge of anything outside his closed world, he would often wonder how Pontierre was doing, how his old friends at the old camp were faring and the like. For to him, the vestiges of sanity he clung on to during his stay in prison were the memories of the camp and academy, priceless treasures the mind keeps so that it may not descend into the mawing void of incoherence.

The day came where his detachment was sent into battle underequipped and untrained, all of them branded criminals sentenced to death. Instead of meeting death, he met capture by the German forces. Dragged all the way back into Stadelheim, he could not help but think of what was to become of him, and whether he would be able to save the country and the man to whom he owed his life.

So begins...

Vide "Eau" Lècuyer's Story