[QUOTE=Flyboi;32491239]My great grandfather was a British tank commander during WW2, he served in Africa under the 8th army, 9th lancers "Desert Rats"
He told me this incredible story when he was about 89, a couple of years before he passed.
He was sat in his tank, driving down a seemingly empty road with his crew when they came to a blockade, so they turned the tank sharp right to traverse around the concrete blockade when they hear a loud explosion and a considerable amount of dust clouds their vision.
Turns out they'd been ambushed by a small company of Italians, whom at the time were on the Germans side.
My Grandfather, and his crew were then escorted deep into enemy territory, and taken into a makeshift command bunker to await a German officer.
The German officer enters the room, asks whose in charge and naturally my Grandfather speaks out. He's then taken to a private room to speak with the German. Randomly, after a short conversation the German soldier speaks a peculiar sentence "You're from Mansfield, aren't you?" Now, at this point my Grandfather is completely flabbergasted, he asks the German how he knows he's from Mansfield (A small town in England)
The German tells my grandfather that he installed machinery at the same factory where my granddad worked before the war, and recognised my Grandfather, and his distinctive regional accent.
The German then returns all of the items the Italians had taken from my Grandfather, boots, weapons, personal stuff.
He then takes them to a captured British vehicle and escorts them, alone, back to allied territory.
About a week after that incident, my Grandfather was walking through a market in a small town when he's stabbed through the upper back by a random villager, he then had to fight for his life, and obviously came out on the plus side.
He was a truly inspirational man, after the war was over he became a bus driver, he drove buses to other countries on holiday tours and even went to Italy. He also drove public transport buses, he was driving a school journey one day when a kid jumped out in front of the bus, my Grandfather couldn't stop the bus in time and the boy was killed on the scene, from that day he swore to never drive again, and he was true to his word.
He taught me to stand up for what I believe in, to hold no grudge, and most of all, to respect life.[/QUOTE]
That's an awesome and life saving story.
My uncle flew fighter planes in vietnam and bombed people.
And 30 years later he was such an alcoholic he drank mouthwash to get drunk.
[QUOTE=AceTub;32523528]My uncle flew fighter planes in vietnam and bombed people.
And 30 years later he was such an alcoholic he drank mouthwash to get drunk.[/QUOTE]
What a depressingly concise and concisely depressing post.
My gran was cooking or something during WW2, when a mine or bomb went off very nearby, she went flying out the door and landed on the grass still holding the pan.
Apparently my mom beat up a homosexual midget once, I don't know the story quite as it's only been mentioned like twice in my lifetime, and the topic has been switched instantly.
[QUOTE=Impreza;32518561]they didnt make mustangs in 1961[/QUOTE]damn
[QUOTE=tom1029;32525933]My gran was cooking or something during WW2, when a mine or bomb went off very nearby, she went flying out the door and landed on the grass still holding the pan.[/QUOTE]
Why am I imagining this as some sort of Monty Python sketch?
My mom and her friend was hitchhiking around the country, and some hippie guy picked them up. He offered them dinner at his place, and they said yes. When they got inside his house the entire livingroom was filled with pot, so they just calmly left :v:
My father was a lieutenant in the army.
My grandfather (on father's side) was just a young boy during WW2 (11 or 12 I believe), but he says he still remember watching German AA's shoot down Allied planes over the place where he lived. Then he became a gunsmith and worked as that for a couple of years. His favorite weapon was a M1 Garand he made from scratch, but he wasn't allowed to bring it on the plane when he was moving, and he never got it back. He later became an army captain and served in Lebanon in the late 70s.
Great grandparents on mother's side moved from Sweden to Norway in the early 1900s, so I'm part Swedish.
Grandfather on mother's side was very interested in foreign culture, so he and my grandmother traveled around the world, living with the natives in Peru, Philippines, Australia etc. They then settled down in Singapore, where my grandfather got a job at a college, teaching english. My mother was born in Norway but spent most of her childhood in Singapore and Greece. She had turtles for pets apparently.
My great uncle was Ernest Joseph King. Five star Fleet Admiral and Chief of Naval Operations during WWII.
My dad was golfing one time and hit a car with the golf ball.
My great uncle went down on the USS Arizona during the Pearl Harbor attacks
My mom has seen big foot (not trolling and if you don't believe, i don't give a fuck).
She also grew up on a ranch/plantation. She's seen weird UFO lights in the fields.
My dad- i cant remember any but i remember him telling me some creepy as fuck stories. ill ask them both about it later.
[QUOTE=GameDev;32479124]My Father has met Mr. T.[/QUOTE]
Oh really? :v:
My father sat next to Mother Theresa on a flight from India.
[url]http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mother_Teresa[/url]
[editline]29th September 2011[/editline]
It's funny that most of the posts are something their dad/grandfathers did. Why no mothers?
My dad used to work as an anesthetist in Africa (Botswana I think) and one day these villagers run up to and tell him they caught a snake in their house and asked if he had any drugs that would disable it. I forget what exactly he grabbed but it could be sprayed out, like those nasal sprays. So he follows them to their house and cuts a small hole in the basket and sprays the shit in there until the snake stops moving, and then decapitates it with a shovel. Just for shits and giggles he decided to look up what kind of snake it was.
It was a Black Mamba
My dad use to deliver water to banks and offices and such. One day in his last stop, he waltzes into a bank, whistling a happy tune with water bottles on each shoulder into the conference room where the manager is quietly on the phone. He waits about, because that's common courtesy, when the manager starts to shoo him away in a panicked mmanager while talking about an AK-47.
Turns out, good old dad wandered into a bank robbery, right past a guy with an AK, and into a conference room. (In my mind, I imagine him and the robber exchanging pleasantries as they cross paths)
By this point the guy is out the door in his car. Badass dad writes down the plates, cops go on a high speed persuit, and the guy ends up with buckshot in his chest.
My grandfather on my mom's side was the mayor of my town
My grandfather on my dad's side was a tank commander in WWII. He got two purple hearts (got rid of one because he felt he didn't deserve it) and a bronze star.
[QUOTE=bree;32441443]
My mum and dad (when they were first dating), came across a severed head of a blonde human while they were driving from Bathurst (NSW, Australia) to Lithgow. They stopped the car and looked at it, at first just checking that it was indeed a mannequins head as first thought, but when they realised it was seriously human (dried blood on her face, fleshy bits hanging out, clearly real.. she was very pretty too they said.. they took off and went and told the police. The police thought it was a joke and didn't go check it out. They went back the next morning and it was gone.[/QUOTE]
Oh god that's just terrifying.
On another note. My stepdad was a market stall owner, club bouncer, fought in the gulf war, and has worked on construction sites.
My parents have met MC Hammer, no joke, I even saw the photograph of it.
my dad saw some dude abusing his girlfriend in the parking lot, so he stole his car, drove it to a field, and set it on fire with his friends.
My dad was one of the many who escaped the turn of communism in Vietnam around 25 years ago. Needless to say that I am grateful for every action that he has ever done in his life that I can say has always positively effected my family.
There are some things that i find difficult to believe at times because its rarely mentioned or he is somewhat under the influence when telling us.
My Great Uncle was a rear admiral upon HMAS Australia dodging Japanese bombers during the Battle of the Coral Sea in 1942, which was the first naval engagement between aircraft carriers.
As a result for his efforts during the war, he had a submarine named after him.
My great grandpa got shot 7 times in world war 2 and survived. He died a year later by slipping in the bathroom at night and hitting his head.
My dad was the pitcher for the Australian baseball team during the 1988 seoul olympics.
My mum was a Heroin addict.
Since we've moved on from just parents... my great uncle may have been implicated in the beginning of the Gulf War. He did a shipping deal with Saddam Hussein that required channel deepening in the gulf, which the Kuwaitis disagreed with. The rest is history.
[QUOTE=Nacho Cheese;32535004]My mum was a Heroin addict.[/QUOTE]
With 'was', do you mean she gave up, or ..? :smith:
My dad was in a hotel down the road when the mumbai bombings happened
When my dad was a kid, he faceplanted into this:
[img_thumb]http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3111/2634306637_2de31380d9_o.jpg[/img_thumb]
My puberty went crazy.
I fucked my teddybear
Also my dad was in World War 1 1955
My father got his wrists slashed by russian mafia.
Almost died. I wouldnt exist if he did.
Well, nothing interesting for my parents, but my grandpa has had some cool experiences.
He almost smuggled a gun while in the Navy.
He almost invented the guitar tuner. He had an idea on how to use one, but never went anywhere with it.Also, my aunts dad (related by marriage) had a chance to invest in QuikTrip when it first started out.
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