Well my great, great grandfathers, great, great uncles fought in WWI, not sure what as though - think one was gassed.
Grandad fought in Burma and Germany during WWII, great uncle was in the Scotch guards but died in the Africa war, my other great uncle was a Royal Commando and saw action in France and Germany, my great aunt was an air warden and my grandmother was an army field medic while my other great uncle was a dock worker but then he fucked off to America and became a bare knuckle boxer and then came back to Liverpool insanely rich.
Right now I have quite a lot of my family in the army, cousians majoritly, brother is in the Army Air Core. My dad served in the Irish Guards (those guys who guard the queen with the bear hats), heres a picture of him:
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On the left.
[QUOTE=Raiskauskone V2;27816582]Jesus Christ what.
Sounds like Canadians weren't any better than any other side in the war either, Russians during the Winter War sent paratroopers behind finnish lines with only one objective for them; to convert/destroy as much villages as possible. Back then Finland had every able men in the frontlines so it was very rare for any village behind the lines to have soldiers protecting them.[/QUOTE]
Yeah I'm not sure about the reasoning or the story behind it, I'll ask my dad about it later.
My great-granddad was in the 3rd Infantry Division and I believe he was in Tunisia and Sicily, he was sent home because a German stick grenade screwed up his leg.. One of my great uncles was in Bastogne, and another one was in the 1st Marine Divison and I'm pretty sure he was in the Pacific theater during WW2. I still have the ring he wore while he was there.
My granddad worked on B52s during Vietnam, and my uncle just got back from Basra in Iraq.
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Great-Granddad in Sicily
My great granddad was on the [url=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/HMS_Grasshopper_(1938)]HMS Grasshopper[/url] during the Second World War and was one of the survivors. He was captured by the Japanese and kept in custody for a few years (and according to my Grandad, he was tortured a little). He died before I knew about it, sadly, a few years ago.
My grandfather cooked on a Destroyer + operated the AA guns
My grandfather was a Hurricane pilot in WW2, during the Battle of Britain
Grandfather on my Mother's side fought in Korea, Occupation of Japan prior to that. My Grandmother's Father was a Imperial Japanese Officer and had always been a military family, apparently there was a Samurai in the blood line somewhere and they still had the sword.
Grandpa on my Dad's side was a signal man in the US Navy during WW2.
During WWI my great-great-great father (mother's side) fought for Austria Hungary as a rifleman. His war ended when a bomb took both his legs. Before this happened he witnessed some fierce warfare and managed to beat an Italian soldier to death with an ivory cane.
95 years later my granfather, who drove a tank in Northern Ireland, still has that cane.
My grandpa fought against bushruskies in Winter War and Continuation War. He did never get any medals for courage or others, nor told much stories about war itself but he cared for his comrades and friends he had in his company. He used to tell me about one night when their bunker (no, not conrete bunkers in Finland, we dug our bunkers in forests) got hit by either mortar or artillery fire while they were sleeping, grandpas friend died on instant, sharpnels were all over him. Grandpa took his dead friend, carried him some time on road until he found ambulance car coming towards him and made them to stop. Ambulance driver was not taking dead bodies with them but my grandpa pointed his Finnish submachine gun towards them and forced to take his friend with them. After that he went to his bunker and helped the wounded.
He also noted about capturing young political commissar from russian charge and "confiscating" commissars Nagant revolver.
We used to have that revolver until my father and his "girlfriend" had fight while beind drunk. In the end his girlfriend yelled "How are you going to get rid of me!?" for hours so finally my father brought some other revolver and said "With this I am going to get rid of you."
Police took all of my fathers weapons away next day :( There went three shotguns, two pistols, revolver and nagant revolver which didn't even work anymore.
My Grandfather stormed Sword beach at Normandy.
My grandfather was a soldier for Cambodia during the Vietnam war. He apparently got to shoot down a place but I have no idea what his actual position was. Also my dad tried to join the air force but was rejected if that counts for anything.
My great-grandfather was a Staff Sargent, he commanded an Anti Aircraft half track and fought under Patton. My great-uncle fought on Iwo Jima and got skin cancer from the burns on hit scalp when he lost his helmet on the beach. My other great uncle was a test pilot and tested the F4U Corsair. My great-grandfather on my dads side was a Col. in the Fillipino Army fighting with the U.S. forces in the Philippians, he also survived the Bataan death march. While my grandfather was a Corpsmen with the Sea Bees in Vietnam.
I see several granddads and such in here, fighting at the same places. Maybe some met, or even knew eachother? Some battles as Battle of Britain or Sword/Juno beach during Operation Overlord
[QUOTE=ashton93;27818021]I see several granddads and such in here, fighting at the same places. Maybe some met, or even knew eachother? Some battles as Battle of Britain or Sword/Juno beach during Operation Overlord[/QUOTE]
Yeah they talked with each other on a discussion tablet.
You just took a piece of paper and put it onto a wall, answering the above text.
My great-great grandpa (mom's side)) joined the Canadian Army to fight in WW1. I'm not sure of what he did exactly.
My great grandpa (mom's side) lied about his age (he was 16, had to have been 18) to join the Canadian Army to fight in World War 2. He stormed Juno beach, but he was sort of lucky, as he was in an armoured car. But, the car hit a landmine. Him and another person survived, out of a 5 man crew I think. He continued to fight until the very end of the war.
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My great uncle (mom's side) was in the airforce, helped fight in the Battle of Britain.
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Edit: Just remembered more!
My grandpa on my dad's side was also in World War 2. He lived until about 1981 I think. It's a shame I never got to meet him, especially because I'm named after him.
My uncle was in the army for a bit, but he never saw any action. Too busy goofing off and flirting with the ladies.
The sad thing about this thread is that we're going to find out that X persons Granddad shot Y persons Granddad
[QUOTE=Eat Children;27817525]During WWI my great-great-great father (mother's side) fought for Austria Hungary as a rifleman.[/QUOTE]
Internet Austro-five.
2 grandfathers served in WWII
Fathers side:
Served on the USS New Jersey until Pearl Harbor. He was later transferred to another ship and followed through the war in the Pacific. As the war came to a close he was transferred again under leadership of his older brother. This final transfer put him on the ship which delivered the Peace/Surrender Treaty to Japan. (He just passed this last year)
Mothers side:
Grandfather served as a plane Mechanic. About it. Caused him to have terrible lung problems afterwards.
unfortunately my family on my father's side is full of fucking retards that I probably won't ever see again so there's not much chance of me figuring out family history which sucks cause I rather want to.
Both of my grandfather's served in opposite theaters of WW2 with the army air corps.
My Grandpa who served in the European threatre was a top/front gunner on the B-24 liberator in 450th bomber group. Throughout the course of the war, the ol' hardass shot down 5 German fighters and survived 39 bombing missions despite being shot down twice in enemy territory. His crew never lost a man either. The man never spoke much of this to my family, we only learned the details of several of his stories from one of his friends during the last few years of his life.
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The other grandpa who served in the pacific theater was a flight dispatcher for a group of B-29's. The one time he flew with one of his crews was during the peace signing. During that flight he flew over Tokyo bay(he also took a piss over Tokyo bay while flying over it) and the ruins of Hiroshima.
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My great-Grandfather. We have much of his old belongings. I think we have his decorative military clothing. Including his 4 stars.
Apparently my Grandpa fought all over Europe, Italy to France, even did shit with tanks for a while so it's told. My Dad scolded one of my friends once for saying "The army is for babies", saying that he should try crawling through a burned out Country through dirt and blood and tell him if it's still so easy. I absolutely want to knock the shit out of those jackasses who always say "The Italian Campaign was worthless" and stuff like that. Never got to ask him about stories though, he died of lung cancer when I was too young to be interested in them. Makes me feel really proud when I hear about some things he did though, and it makes me want to cry when my parents tell me how close we were when I was really young :unsmith:
One of my grandfathers saw death from far away. His job was to release the bombs from the Lancaster bomber. He got shot down once and was one of two survivors. I think the only thing that made him happy after the war was seeing me and my brother growing up. At least that's what my dad thinks. I never got to have meaningful conversations with him because he died of colo-rectal cancer when I was really young.
My other grandfather served in the Hungarian military before escaping during the Hungarian revolution with my mom's side of the family. He was a tank commander and a good mechanic, and was eventually put in charge of training certain soldiers.
He was young, like 30, when he had that job, and a few guys died under his supervision. One guy was doing an exercise that would prepare him to hide in a foxhole and throw a grenade into a tank's treads. The guy got nervous and my grandfather couldn't convince him to stay in the foxhole. The guy's head got lost under the tank's tread as he tried to climb out of the foxhole. Another guy was practicing drilling holes through electrical poles (which would stop communications). The guy was supposed to drill away from himself, but instead put the drill on the other side, pulling the drill in his direction and killing him. He's always torn up when he brings these things up. He's also my only remaining grandparent. I should go see him today.
Gotta go ask around and find out my history, see if any did.
Damn, where to look where to look?
Is there some online archive of people?
Uncle: Colonel and Gulf War vet.
Cousin: Marine who fought in Afghanistan and maybe Iraq. Fucked up from PTSD
One of my grandads was in a lancaster in WW2 and my mums bro flew a vulcan with nucleur bombs in it =D
On my mothers side:
My grandad was a part of the Polish Underground Army he was only young so he did not fight (which is probably why he is alive today) he did the electrical side of things. He also moved things around Poland. Such as one story I have been told, he was carrying a broken pistol to take it to get repairs when a german soldier stopped him and was going to search him, to stop said soldier from searching him he called the soldier a "pig" in German or Polish and then took a beating from said soldier who then forgot to search him. The Gestapo acutaly had him on their wanted list at one point but they didn't catch him untill after the uprising (which failed) and he was placed in a POW camp untill he was free'd by the Americans or Russians. After this they took him to Italy where he worked for a while before being offerd to go back to Russian occupied Poland or come to England, he chosed England and then one day he met my grandmother when she went to Wales for a holiday (lol)... the rest is history.
Also his dad, so my great grandad, enlisted in the Polish army which failed miserably and was in a POW camp (Not the same one) for most of the war untill he was free'd and my grandad had no idea what happend to him untill after the war. By which time things which happend to him in the POW camp ultimatly took their toll on him and he died before my granded could ever meet him again.
And my grandads mother and sister and most of people on their street were killed by a bomb that hit their house when everyone was hiding in his basement.
On my fathers side:
My grandad was a truck driver and he would drive munitions and fuels around to various places. He was in France at an American café that they had presumably taken over and decided to use it when a German bomber flew over head and dropped a bomb ontop of them. My grandad ducked under his truck when the bomb hit the fuel in his truck exploded and he was the only one at the cafe to survive the bomb. But due to injuries he was sent home (thankfully) where he stayed untill he died about 25 years ago.
Updated information:
My dad's dad's dad was in world war 1. He was in the British Artilery and he got gassed. Luckily he survived but was never the same and died in 1939.
My grandmother did not take part in the war.
I also questioned my dad about his dad and found out more detailed information.
Firstly he was refused entry to the army as he had something known as "flat foot" which is not suited to marching in therefore he decided to sign up (like his father did) for the Royal British Artilery, he would drive tankers around England for a while and was eventually stationed in a fort up in Scotland where he would man the AA cannons near Loch Ness. When D - Day came about he went on the second day and then drove the fuel around whilst doing his artilery buisness. Then one day he was at a feeding area for the troops when a German doodle bug bomb flew over head and the Americans decided to shoot it down. It fell towards them, my granded jumped under his truck, the bomb hit the top of his truck and blew up killing 170 other soldiers and he was the only one to surive, then due to his leg injuries he was flown home.
My dad also told me that he rarely spoke about the war and once told my grandmother that "He had seen things that no man should ever have to see." My dad told me of how one time his dad did speak up about it and mentioned "Walking for roughly two hours down a valley, the valley had thousands of bodies on either side".
At this point my dad let out a tear or two and thanked his dad for making it so he would not have to go to war and hoped that I would never have to.
Grandfather flew a P-38 Lightning in WWII :fsmug:
My grandfather joined the army at 14 just a little after the Second World War.
My great-great-granduncle apparantly helped form Britain's first sniper schools - ironically enough he was killed by a German sharpshooter while visiting the frontlines in the First World War.
My mum served as an intelligence officer, and was posted in Serbia during the Bosnian civil war, she was then transferred to Germany in the 1970s where she met my dad.
My dad was fucking awesome, he served as part of a UN officer's detail during the Bosnian civil war, got taken hostage by muslims who thought they could help them cut a deal with the Serbs, and stood in front of a fucking Serb tank which originally had the intention of rolling into town and blowing the crap out of everyone in it. He got the Victoria Cross for it :britain:
My uncle is similarly awesome, he's the commandant of an Army Air Force base in the midlands and served in Afghanistan, and was almost killed by a sniper, he took a helicopter and chased the bastard down.
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