• Family Military History
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[QUOTE=Vasili;27826701]If it was me I would try and find if he has any relatives or go to his grave and put them back.[/QUOTE] That was my first intention when it was passed down to me. I had a guy look for initials or markings to see if we could ID the guy. We didn't find anything. I'll try to get pictures up later.
My great grandfather was in WWI. My grandfather was in active service during the Korean war but never saw battle. My god father was a paratrooper in Gulf War and saw combat.
My grandpa ran a F16 factory in Norway. Sorta military I guess.
[QUOTE=codemaster85;27830536]one grandfather served in Vietnam, my other grandfather had to stay with his family and most of his friends who went were killed. My uncle was in [b] Gulf War [/b]. Cool fact: was back then, you could buy a desert eagle for only 200$. My uncle still has his.[/QUOTE] Fixed
My really early relations fought in the revolutionary war, if you go to the family cemetery section you'll see tons of DAR flags. My great (lots of greats) uncle fought for the union in the civil war, there is one picture of him. He is in full uniform and has a revolver on his belt, he looks smug. My grandfather and great-grandfather managed to be at the perfect ages to avoid serving in either WWI or WWII. My dad worked with DARPA on the F-16 blk. 52, the F-22, the X-37, and some things he can't talk about. I am thinking I will probably either join the air-force as a fighter pilot (F-35 perhaps) or try to make it as an army ranger.
My fathers grandfather stormed the beaches of italy in World War 2, a story he told me before he passed away was "We were split up to do house checks, I went into a house and there was a German sitting at a coffee table eating soup or whatever it was. I yelled for him to surrender but instead he got up and started shooting his pistol at me. Of coarse he missed and I dident. I got all mad and started breaking things until I found a pot. I picked it up and shipped it home. After the war men came to my door and asked for it back claiming it belonged to the church and it was 1 or 4 of something..." I dont remember the rest. But he died when he returned home, he fought in the Canadian army until the war was over. [editline]3rd February 2011[/editline] [QUOTE=Stupideye;27829483]I guess this counts as military history: my great uncle is Louis Riel. He led rebellions against the Canadian government who were trying to take land away from Aboriginals and Metis. His actions helped the formation of Manitoba, a province and quickened the construction of the Canadian Pacific Railway. [img_thumb]http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vkE6clryLFo/TKdDmQLn2vI/AAAAAAAAAHA/iRPjiTvQFUE/s1600/Louis_Riel.jpg[/img_thumb] [url]http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Louis_Riel[/url][/QUOTE] You're a fucking liar.
MY granddad on my dad's side served as a regimental sergeant major in north Africa during WWII, great-great uncle served in WWI, died on the first day of the Somme storming a machine gun position with his squad, great grandad served in WWI (don't know exactly where he served, I would imagine France) and my great grandad on my mothers side served in WWII as a dispatch rider in Normandy, he was sent home because he was shot by a German sniper. Pretty good military history, I'm actually considering applying to the RAF as a pilot soon.
[QUOTE=doonbugie2;27832129]You're a fucking liar.[/QUOTE] Uh.. No? Why would I lie? If you really don't believe me I can dig out my family tree and post a picture.
[QUOTE=Stupideye;27833779]Uh.. No? Why would I lie? If you really don't believe me I can dig out my family tree and post a picture.[/QUOTE] He still lives under a rock and thinks that it matter who was your father/grandfather and is jelly.
My great grandfather from dad's side fought in Czechoslovakian Foreign Legions during WWI. Because he was fighting on the eastern front, he got back home by getting on ship in Vladivostok and going aaaaall the way around Japan and Egypt. Shit must've been so cash to get to know those eastern cultures (we still have some Japanese stuff in the attic).
My granddad won medals in WW2, can't remember what they're called, but he had two I think. He wrote down his war memories in hope of getting them published, but he wasn't a very good writer, so we can't understand some of it, and there is a lot of grammatical errors in it. Maybe one day, I'll take a look at them, maybe send them off in his memory.
My grandfather on my mom's side of the family was a gunner for either a B-25 or B-17 when he flew in bombing missions over Germany in World War 2. He pasted away a year or to ago, so I never really got to talk to him about it, my uncle was a Drill Sargent (retired) and my uncle on my dad's side of the family is active US navy
My grandfathers great great grandfathers' mothers' cuisins' friends' boyfriends' best friends' wifes' friends' brother fighted in World War 1
Talking 'bout trying to hard
I had a great uncle in the Canadian Army who was present in the liberation of Holland, and another who was killed by a grenade in the raid at Dieppe.
Grandad was an engineer so he was posted at an airfield near manchester fixing up planes. Grandpa was in charge of a shipping company so he managed supply routes from an office in Liverpool. :frogbon:
My granddad was never deployed, but he played this [img_thumb]http://www.snl.no/system/images/t/trekkspill.jpg[/img_thumb] for troops passing by when they left the garrison in my hometown. Not as big as yours, but atleast he did something :unsmith:
My grandfather dropped out of high school and worked in the NYC MTA's engineering department for a year before the US entered the Second World War, when he enlisted and served in the Army in Europe working on tanks. I don't know about if he was involved in any combat, or if he truly even worked on tanks or just engineering jobs in general, but he came back, and that's all that counts to me.
I'm from Brazil, so during WWII there were only about 700 soldiers who actually fought in the war, but my grandfather was stationed at a military base in Rio de Janeiro for months.
My grandparents were both in the navy.
My great grandfather (grandfather's father on my mother's side) fought in the Chinese civil war on which side I don't know but my grandmother believes it was the communist side because the communist was really popular in that area at the time. My grandfather's mother died while he was in the war so my grandfather started to have money problems, also my grandfather's father never came back so we assumed he died. After a while though my grandfather got sick of waiting for him to come back so he moved to Hong Kong with my grand mother after a bit. So we really don't know if he died in the war or not but most likely he did. Also I should add that the only reason my great grandfather joined the army was because he was an opium addict and his wife (my grandfather's mother) wouldn't give him money so he decided to join up and get some money for his drug habit.
[QUOTE=Bean-O;27815612]I am a distant descendant of this man: [img_thumb]http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/83/Oskar_Victorovich_Stark.jpg[/img_thumb] [URL]http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oskar_Victorovich_Stark[/URL] He was in charge of the Russian Pacific Fleet during the Russo-Japanese War. Things didn't go very well for him. At least he had an epic beard.[/QUOTE] Please tell me your last name is Stark
Grampa was a spitfire mechanic and my great grandfather fought in the trenches during WWI, from what I'm told he didn't say a word for 2 months when he got back home because of what he saw and did.
I've said this here many times now. My great grandpa joined the Territorial Army in 1938 because of the benefits the government was offering for military personnel in various areas of life. He was at Dunkirk where his group (I can't remember the right name for these things) were the first to be put on a boat and the one that had been filled before them was sunk killing many on board. D-Day, which he never spoke to my grandpa much about (Who relayed these stories to me), his original letters regarding his injury and return from leave are in a binder somewhere. and he narrowly avoided being sent to Italy when he injured his leg and was sent home to recover (Enter my Grandpa). While in Italy most of his friends were killed and the others captured, two of those captured managed to escape from the PoW camp but were driven insane by the constant fear of capture as they made their way through most of Fascist Italy to the front lines. He died in 2000. My great grandad was the youngest army pastor in North Africa. He died in 2005 aged 90. I've never been entirely clear on what my Grandad did apart from that he was in the RAF but not a pilot to my understanding. Then in the 1950s he was a policeman, clown (Yup, he put on his old 1950s clown suit recently and I think my baby half-sister will be terrified of clowns forever) and then chemical engineer, considering that he was probably a mechanic or something similar. He's 88. My granny and grandpa were born on an RAF base not long after the war and in 1942 respectively, so my grandpa only has stories about being a young child at the VE Day street party which is one of his earliest memories. Further back than that there's this guy with my surname: [img]http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/36/Governor_John_Hindmarsh.jpg/240px-Governor_John_Hindmarsh.jpg[/img] Sir John Hindmarsh, Naval Officer and First Governor of South Australia. He'd do well in the flooding hahaha I'm so funny. He was on all the cool ships in the Napoleonic Wars and half of Australia is named after him and his inability to govern anything properly. He was also Lieutenant-Governor of Heligoland when he was older. And Knighted.
My Grandad. A Hungarian, was in The Hungarian Revolution of 1956, a spontaneous nationwide revolt against the government of the People's Republic of Hungary and its Soviet-imposed policies, lasting from 23 October until 10 November 1956. The revolt began as a student demonstration which attracted thousands as it marched through central Budapest to the Parliament building. One of them my Grandad. A student delegation entering the radio building in an attempt to broadcast its demands was detained. When the delegation's release was demanded by the demonstrators outside, they were fired upon by the State Security Police from within the building. The news spread quickly and disorder and violence erupted throughout the capital. My Grandad was part of one of the many milita that rose up and toppled the goverment during the uprising, using his skills as an electritian, and the qualifications he aquired at the University in Budapest. before the massacare at the student protest. he worked on the Radio's and Comms for the milita. When the Soviots invaded, he fled across the river with his freinds, although he didnt know who had made it until afterwards, a few freinds including many refugees they were fighting to get across the river were shot dead as they crossed. Including himself, and he still has the shrapnel of the ricochet in his ass. (Credit to Wikipedia for the Background of the revolt.) My Dad was part of the Royial Navy during the violent uprising of the IRA, after Bloody Sunday, Where members of the Para Reg gunned down Irish protesters after being fired upon. He was based upon a navy minlayer, and as a Petit Officer, in charge of the Comms (Again) on the vessel, he went out on the small craft as a radio opp, on boarding actions to weapons and goods smuggled to the IRA by sea with a pistol and a walkie talkie. Now Retired. I am now following in the Military footsteps as a Craftsman in the British Army, and am in training, ive been in a year and am enjoing every moment. hoping to get some stories of my own. Currently doing some Reasearch into my Grandad's Revolt too
My grandfather on my mother's side had a purple heart from WWII. That's all I know about him, he died of lung cancer before I met him. My grandfather on my father's side was in the military between the Korean war and Vietnam, and my father was stationed as a TOW gunner near the Berlin wall or some shit like that. My mother was in the military, but ended up getting sent home because of heart problems (the huge amount of exercise was putting too much stress on her heart, she has no heart problems today though). My uncle (on my mother's side) was in Vietnam, dunno anything about that.
Somebody on my fathers side help develop Sonar. He went to work and had to hand-cuff his briefcase to his hand. Other than that, I'm not sure of any military involvement.
[QUOTE=cheesedelux;27840266]I've said this here many times now. My great grandpa joined the Territorial Army in 1938 because of the benefits the government was offering for military personnel in various areas of life. He was at Dunkirk where his group (I can't remember the right name for these things) were the first to be put on a boat and the one that had been filled before them was sunk killing many on board. D-Day, which he never spoke to my grandpa much about (Who relayed these stories to me), his original letters regarding his injury and return from leave are in a binder somewhere. and he narrowly avoided being sent to Italy when he injured his leg and was sent home to recover (Enter my Grandpa). While in Italy most of his friends were killed and the others captured, two of those captured managed to escape from the PoW camp but were driven insane by the constant fear of capture as they made their way through most of Fascist Italy to the front lines. He died in 2000. My great grandad was the youngest army pastor in North Africa. He died in 2005 aged 90. I've never been entirely clear on what my Grandad did apart from that he was in the RAF but not a pilot to my understanding. Then in the 1950s he was a policeman, clown (Yup, he put on his old 1950s clown suit recently and I think my baby half-sister will be terrified of clowns forever) and then chemical engineer, considering that he was probably a mechanic or something similar. He's 88. My granny and grandpa were born on an RAF base not long after the war and in 1942 respectively, so my grandpa only has stories about being a young child at the VE Day street party which is one of his earliest memories. Further back than that there's this guy with my surname: [img_thumb]http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/36/Governor_John_Hindmarsh.jpg/240px-Governor_John_Hindmarsh.jpg[/img_thumb] Sir John Hindmarsh, Naval Officer and First Governor of South Australia. He'd do well in the flooding hahaha I'm so funny. He was on all the cool ships in the Napoleonic Wars and half of Australia is named after him and his inability to govern anything properly. He was also Lieutenant-Governor of Heligoland when he was older. And Knighted.[/QUOTE] Just because he has the surname does not he was part of YOUR family.
From what i have been told, my Grandpa flew bombers over Germany. He completed his 25 missions, and they asked him if he wanted to return to the states to train pilots. He said, fuck that, i've got more Nazi's to kill, so he switched to the 352 FG. He flew P-51's and, apparently was the first pilot to shoot down the Arado 234 Blitz, Germany's first Jet-Bomber. Sadly, after the war when my Dad was 13 or so, he died in a civillian plane crash with his friend in his hometown. Seems kind of lame to make it through WWII and die in a plane crash at home. Anyhow, my dad was in Vietnam. He was a door gunner with the .50cal in the CH-47 Chinook, but said he never fired the gun except in training. I'm not sure if that was the truth, or if he really shot at people but didn't want to tell me when i was young. Anyhow, he apparently loved heroin during and after the war, so that's as much as i know about that. Other than that i have a few cousins in Iraq and Afghanistan, and i think that's about everything i've found out so far.
My grandma's cousin, which I'm not really sure what would make him. He told me about a story were he was stuck in a German POW camp with his best friend, they sat in their cells and his friend and him were captured for, I think around eight months. They had nothing to do these eight months, and I remember his friend showed him a present he made for him. His friend had found a good sized, almost palm sized gold block from one of the Germans earlier. He took his metal spoon and chipped away at it for six months ( he was a ceramics maker in the states ) and a few weeks before they escaped his friend gave him this spoon made out of gold and silver with both their names engraved on it. I think his friend died on the way to the states from the POW camp, and he still carried that spoon around until he died a few years ago.
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