I think it is safe to say that we all heard stories from our parents, grandparents, aunts, and uncles; how about we post some of them then?
OK so in order to picture this right, my grandpa is a huge Polish guy that sounds like [URL="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5LEjaX_NfwQ"]Tychus[/URL] from StarCraft 2 only a little less deep. Somehow we got to the topic of dogs: "I'm not afraid of dogs; this huge Rottweiler came into the yard once, I was working out front. He started growling at me I looked at him and said 'get out', he growled a second time I said 'get out', he growled a third time I hit him in the head with my shovel, he growled again, I hit him again."
Another one of his stories is that he had a baby deer (at least I think it was a deer), his niece loved it. One time when she was brought over they were eating and she had asked what it was, he turns to her and says it's the deer.
Almost all of my elders died before I was born, or when I was very young.
The only on alive doesn't want to talk about it.
My grandpa who died several years ago was really fucking awesome. He lived such a full life, and I really wish I asked him about some of the things that happened to him.
Too late now, I guess. Not getting to know him better is one of my biggest regrets in live.
(Repost from the thread about the F-18 crash in Virginia Beach)
When my dad worked as an ambulance driver, he took a patient to a park to be transported by Chinook (over here called HKP4) to another hospital.
He, his colleague and some police officers had to empty a big field in the park for the helicopter to be able to land. He tried to make people go away by saying something along the lines of 'it's a big fucking helicopter,
it'll kick up dirt and shit and your picnic will be ruined', some people didn't bother moving, the helicopter came, hilarity ensued.
[sp]they were blown away[/sp]
[editline]21st April 2012[/editline]
He's experienced loads more stuff too, but I don't think I'll get any more material until he returns from the US in a week or so
My grandpa, who was Coast Guard in WWII said "We never got to fire a a rifle, not even during training, all the guns were going to the guys already over sees. We patrolled the ship with sticks."
ho-shit
My granddad told me about his granddad. Apparently, he was really fucking badass. He was good in school, but jumped off basically saying "Fuck it, its not giving me enough challenge". So he went to the local harbor, got a job at a boat, traveled to America and was going around being badass on boats. At on time he fell down from the top of the mast, but got lucky, as the wind blew up the sail to dampen the fall.
Now I'm not sure how much I can believe, but if its true its really bad-ass.
My grandpa was a ship builder so he met all kinds of people on his work. He befriended a Russian captain that snuck him some Vodka. This in the time where vodka hadn't reached Portugal yet and we were still under Salazar's right-wing dictatorship. Made my mom's twenty-first birthday pretty interesting.
My Great-Grandpa was a field marshal for the Italian army during WW2, he was station in Croatia.
He killed a crazed civilian out of self defense with his service pistol, got captured and placed in a POW camp (Probably German when Italy switched sides) Escaped with the help of a friend
and avoided being charged with war crimes for the mishap with the civilian.
I have a bunch of stories.
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