[quote=djfender;25721732]my grandpa grows pot[/quote]
we have a winner !!!
My grandpa was so cool!
When he was younger, he had to walk to school uphill both ways through 3 feet of snow! And then when he came home, he had to fight his way through Russian Commies trying to convert him, making sure that he was able to kiss his wife when he came back home.
Does anyone believe half these stories might be a LITTLE bit untrue and biased? :P
My grandad just tells me about how he got shortlisted on the Deal or No Deal phone in competition.
[B]My Dad's Side[/B],My Great Grandad was a British Army Royal Engineer throughout WW2 and served in most conflicts in Europe during that time. He survived the war as a decorated hero. He Died of cancer a few years after.
[B]My Dad's Side[/B],My Grandad was an Engineer also he served in different places all over the world. I'm not sure whether he saw combat but was in the army for a good 10 years. he passed away 2 years ago. At his funeral I discovered that he was part of the Free Masons Guild. Some secret organisation that you were invited to, I could be wrong about it, but I know he was apart of it.
[B]My Mum's Side[/B], My Grandad was a massive Gun collector, he had 100s of them in his shed ranging from shotgun's to machine guns even crossbows. He made his own bullets, Built motorcycles and cars, was strict and focused like a military leader, accept he had never been in the army. he passed away a few years before I was born.
My dad joined the army for two days :v: then quit cuz the people there were horrible.
I am hoping to get accepted into the Sandhurst Combat Academy so that I can train as a Captain, and serve my country proud. :britain:
[B]This thread made me happy to rethink what my Grandad's had done[/B]
[B]RIP :love:[/B]
My other grandad was in a public toilet once and heard some guy in the one next to him telling a kid he wasn't to scream or make any noise (it was obvious he was going to abuse him). My grandad went round, kicked the door open and punched the pedo in the face. He then found the kids parents and explained everything.
Despite saving the kid he was told by the police he'd probably get prosecuted for punching the guy (although he never did).
R.I.P.
My grandpa served in WWII & Vietnam, he was basically a sharpshooter and killed only 19 nazis in his tour of duty. While in Vietnam he was also a sharpshooter, but never went in the jungles. Him and Grandma had my dad, who then with my mom had me and 4 fraternal twins. Good ol' Grandpa told me stories and gave me memoirs of WWII & Vietnam, like an empty shotgun shell which was filled with cloth. He also complained to my dad why he only had 1 son. He was really funny & awesome, but he died from lung cancer shortly after my sister left for Iraq.
I miss him
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This thread is strangly bringing the charming side of facepunch into light :saddowns: I wish it would be this friendly more often.
My grandad used to be a teacher in elementary school. He was always late but nobody really cared because he was the kind of guy you can't hate. He got best friends with the principle of the school and nowadays they still play in the local church's orchestra together. He's always relaxed and full of jokes. He's never angry, even when people expect him to. His wife, my grandmother, was used to be the principle of a high school. My grandad and grandmother are total opposites. She is worried about everthing and everyone all the time and he's always chill with everthing and always says that everything is going to be alright. Me and my grandad have quite a lot in common. We're always late, we're tall and skinny guys and laugh about everthing and want to enjoy life. He has an everlasting smile on his face, he makes me happy. :)
My grandmom and granddad used to come over to our house every tuesday and make food and stay around for some hours. Then my grandmom got cancer some years ago. A year ago she died :(. But then my granddad took us all to egypt a year later. Still miss her tho.
My grandfather was a nazi :saddowns:
My grandpa was killed in the Pacific somewhere.
Yes actualy, I was named after him.
[url]http://www.af.mil/information/bios/bio.asp?bioID=4659[/url]
My grandpa was a Hungarian noble who escaped from Hungary and the Soviets to Sweden. He died in cancer when my dad was 18 so I never got to know him and any of my Hungarian heritage.
You should create robotic dragons and ride them into the sunset.
Instant badass.
My grandpa was captured by the Japanese and they broke every one of his fingers in jail.
He still escaped B/
My great grandfather fought in the Winter War, he was swedish.
My great grandfather went over to France during World War 1, was peeling onions and scratching his head, got some kind of poisoning.
My grandfather was in Korea, post war. And in Panama during the mid 50's, trained the Panamanians how to use artillery. One day while instructing they set off a shell too early and he was near the barrel. So he was burned by the gases as they exited out of the barrel, and the pressure blew out his ear drums.
Both on my moms side. I don't know much of anything about my dads side.
My grandpa and my great-grandpa were Yugoslavian partisans back in WW2. They got to blew Nazis and Italians up with various explosives and then they served in several great battles I don't bother explaining. Later on my grandpa enlisted in YNA along with my dad and they were like that until 1991.
My grandfather had polio.
I love listening to my grandpa tell me about his life.
My great great grandfather was one of the highest ranking officers in Serbia at the time of World War 1.
On father's side, great grandfather was with monarchists in Yugoslavia. (Chetniks)
On mother's side, my great grandfather was with communists in Yugoslavia. (Partisans)
From my Dad's side my family was captured by the soviets and sent to the Gulags, where my great-grandma died, my familty were then lucky enough to get out with gen. Anders army who were released and made it to Kazakhstan and then to Persia (Iran) where he was looked after by exiled Poles. When he got here he worked down the mines bought one of these badboys :
[img]http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/e/e3/Austin_A30_1954.jpg[/img]
An Austin A30 which he drove without a licence for a few months until my Grandma got it first. It took my Grandad at least 4 times, something my Grandma always liked to bring up in arguments or generally to tease him. He was a smoker and died in 2003 of something lung related.He was a keep carpenter who never had idle thumbs, he was constantly building things..I almost compare him to Johnny Cash, he was humble, had a great sense of Humour and was a very insular man who recognised his flaws but once you knew him would pull you into his warmth, he's pretty much my idol and it sucks that i was so young when he died.My other Uncles also made it over one dying in 2001. He served in the Cicho ciemni, a group of soldiers dedicated to sabotage of Nazi facilities and ambush in Poland and the training of the resistance. i'll always remember when we visited nearer his death and he had a slot machine in the other room to keep him amused.
From my mothers side I know for sure that my Great-grandfather was sent to Auschwitz and nearly died there after he was accidentally pushed into a gas chamber, only after a German guard saw him saw he saved him. As for when my Grandfather was borh I can't remember but he's pretty much been a farmer all his life and I've never, ever seen him without a suit. He may be old but he helps out alot on the fields ect. giving advice and when I go out with my cousin he gives us beer money (both of us are underage) :buddy: However I can only see him once every year since he lives in poland and i'm here in the UK.
[QUOTE=MachiniOs;25727191]From my mothers side I know for sure that my Great-grandfather was sent to Auschwitz and nearly died there after he was accidentally pushed into a gas chamber, only after a German guard saw him saw he saved him.[/QUOTE]
You sure your great-grandfather didn't just happen to be a jew and the guard didn't just happen to not be a Nazi asshole?
Wow mine and your Grandparents are nearly the same story.
Anyone here see Boardwalk Empire? Big Jim Colosimo is my great great grandfather, too bad he got killed because Al Capone was a dick.
[img]http://www.gangstersinc.info/al_capone_gallery/BigJimFathersmall.jpg[/img]
It's ironic since his nephew is the shit that killed him on Capone's behalf.
On another note, my grandfather was Recon during the Pacific Theater, He also was a great friend of Walt Disney, had lunch with him every wednesday, and was offered a job by Walt, that if he had taken it, he would be CEO of Disney right now.
My great-grandfather fought on D-Day on one of the first beach assaults, I didn't know him very well but I remember him telling me about a time when a good friend of his was killed by a land mine, not more than 10 meters away. I can't even imagine that
[QUOTE=alexk;25714988]My grandpa almost blew up his hands trying to make liquid nitrogen....[/QUOTE]
Wait what almost happened? What was he doing exactly?
My Grandfather was a Sergeant in the Romanian Army for 8 years. During WWII.
He was fighting from 1938 to 1945. AND he made it back in one piece too, suffering very minor injuries.
He was a lucky guy.
My Great-Grandfather on my dad's side was a tail-gunner in a B24 Liberator during WW2. The bomber got hit by Flak over Germany, and made a crash-landing in Switzerland. He spent the rest of the war there.
He always said the Commandant of the internment camp was "in cahoots" with the Germans. Apparently, he had let a German spy in.
He died a few years ago of Alzheimer's disease.
My Step Grandfather (Mother's side) is the descendant of a family of minor Russian Nobles. They were on vacation in America when the revolution came. They were smart enough not to go back.
He's a great guy.
My grandfather (dad's side) was a Polish resistance fighter during World War 2. After the war he came to Australia with his wife and had an awesome son, being my dad. I'm not sure how he was doing before his wife died but afterwards I think he just couldn't go on. Passed away naturally in 2003 at 81, and to fit the Polish stereotype of farmers, he happened to be a farmer after the war.
My grandfather on my mother's side was a combatant as part of the Australian force in the Malayan Emergency. He's still alive and going alright, he's a great man to talk too.
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