[QUOTE=Swebonny;22150643]Bah it kinda sucks knowing that when you grow up the thing you are going to tell your grandchildren are.
"Yeah I sat in front of the computer 6 hours a day..."[/QUOTE]
I hate to admit it but this is the god honest truth.
Also my Great Grandfather Server i the military in WWI and i think WWII (One or the other) and is now 97-98 and has Alzheimer's :(
He's forgotten that he is married and has grandchildren (my dad)
My grandfather studied to become a mechanical engineer, right when he finished studying, WW2 happened, he didnt get a job for a few years, then he got a job working at the central Mars factory, at which he designed the first mechanical system for proper handling of coconut shreddings to stop bacteria/stuff. He basically designed and built the machine which makes bounty bars.
he also travelled the world multiple times, also lived in Egypt and had little black children as slaves. my grandma cant remember what she talked about 5 minutes ago, and goes from dutch to english so she cant really tell many stories :saddowns:
Oh ya, and on my German side of the my family, My Great Grandpa (German) was a Nazi SS member. He didn't like that stuff though and i saw a great collection of photos he took during WWII.
My grandpa is one of the people who risked their lives so I wont grow up speaking German.
My grandfather was about 16 living in Poland when Germany invaded. He was placed in a forced labour camp with the other men from his village. He managed to survive, emigrate to the united states, meet my grandmother, who was also a refugee from germany, and he became a national ping pong champion (or so he claims). My grandfather is awesome and i have nothing but respect for him.
My grandparents are all dead, but my dad's uncle was one of the people in the famous Nagasaki flag-raising picture.
You know those seat belts that save you life my grandfather made those. He also did military engineering for world war 2. I hope to be a engineer at least half as good as him. He is my role motel
My great grandfather was the general of the Hainan Island, during world war 2. He fought quite alot, I heard.
My grandpa was a spy, working for the KMT, when Taiwan was occupied. He then got captured, but he managed to escaped from there. He was also personally awarded by Chiang Kai Shek himself.
Mother's side
My grandfather on my mother's side is pretty much an actual "I worked for this shit and clawed my way up from being a country bumpkin." kind of guy, he owns a construction company and is rich, he was also best friends with the guy who founded Delta airlines. My great grandfather on the same side fought in WW1, won a metric SHITTON of medals but died from a heart attack shortly after the war. My grandfather on my dad's side was the captain of an aircraft carrier during and after WWII.
My grandfather on my dad's side was born into a rich Southern family but irresponsible and ended up raising a family poor. In WWII he commanded a gun turret on the USS California.
[img]http://www.militarymuseum.org/Resources/USS%20California%20Late%20WWII.jpg[/img]
My grandmother on my dad's side was a housewife. After he died she remarried a guy who was a money launderer for the mafia. He also played an administrative role after WWII, namely arranging living quarters for MacArthur and other US diplomats in Japan.
My grandfather on my mom's side was a descendant of Jewish immigrants from Prague. He had polio during WWII and was declined by the draft, so he became a reporter of some repute in San Francisco. He starred in one of the first roundtable discussion news programs. Here's a video of him trolling a college president off the set for setting police officers on protesting students (he's the guy with the stupendous beard):
[url]http://diva.sfsu.edu/collections/sfbatv/bundles/189732[/url]
Here's his [url=http://articles.sfgate.com/2005-06-04/bay-area/17376789_1_san-francisco-examiner-genetic-engineering-newsroom]obituary[/url].
My mom's mother was a songwriter who wrote lyrics for Joan Baez.
My Grandfather on my mother's side was an Olympic swimmer. Johnny Miller. Guess how he died? Hit his head and drowned in Baltimore Harbor. :v:
My Grandfather on my dad's side, though, fought with the Ethiopians against the Italian Army. His father led the charge. 3000 years of Ethiopian independence because of men like them.
[QUOTE=CackaDeTaros;22152292]Your dad was your grandfathers son.[/QUOTE]
If he had just met his dad, obviously it was his mother's father.
Not his dad's father.
Edit: My grandfather was in World War 2. He remembers driving his truck through a field of landmines and a new guy in the truck would see the landmines go off around them and they would just sit there almost ignoring the landmines in the truck. They had to pin him down because he almost went crazy, yelling stuff like "STOP THE FUCKING TRUCK."
He was also an anti-air gunner during the war and he remembers diving into a building just before enemy planes fly over, but one tailed back and they shot it down and it crashed into the building he had just ran out of.
All my grandparents is dead. Never got to talk to any of them:frown:
My great-grandparents moved here from Germany during (or right after) WW2. Apparently their German-sounding last name left them jobless for a while, before the father (my great-grandfather) changed the spelling of his name so it'd look American.
The last name was Sitzler, he changed it to Sisler.
My great great great Grandfather was the last hangman in Britian.
My great gandpa was a well respected drag racer in the 60's and 70's, also on my moms side [url]http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_Dmytruk[/url] I wasn't born so I could not meet either.
My grandma weighs around 300 LBs, and play's Duck Hunt on her NES. My great granddad (who died a few years ago) participated in D-Day on the Floaty sherman tanks. And my great granddad on my dads side helped invent the American flying wing.
My great granddad wrote the instruction book on how to use the first ever commercial radio.
My grandfather also used to own lloyds tsb for a while before he passed away :(
My 2 grandmas died a few years back. God I loved them so much, whenever my Dad's Mum comes to visit us, she brought sweets and candy... I loved her so much.
My other grandma (Mum's Mum) lived in our house. She always got me something awesome in Christmas. Best thing I ever got for Christmas from her was an awesome bike.
The only grandpa I knew lived in our house. The other grandpa (Dad's father) was never known by me, but I have pictures of him.
My only grandpa I had a huge ice block fall on his head. He became braindead. He died when I was 9.
My grandfather never finished he school. Instead of going there he was burning shit in the yard. He was a pyromaniac.
Also, he was a great fighter. He said that he used to beat the shit out of everyone he did not like.
He is pretty awesome and funny dude. I love him.
Speaking of my grandfather from father's side, I never really met him. He died when I was couple of weeks old.
My grandfather was in Continuation war (1941-1944, second war between Russia & Finland), he was a gunner in StuG IV G tank
[img]http://img34.imageshack.us/img34/1366/101ich.jpg[/img]
I remember him telling me that he had 38 kills, including Russian SPG's, Sotkia (Finnish word used for T-34 series), and heavy tanks.
He would have joined Winter War, had he been not underaged, but the recruiter said "sitte ku rajaa vedetään jo viipurin ohitte, niin jokaista lasta, miestä, ja vanhusta tarvitaan" ("when the frontline is drawn past Viipuri, every child, men, and elder are needed") thankfully, the war never went that bad. Apparently his father was in Winter War, but he never said even a single word about him. I only found out about him after my grandfather died last year (may his soul rest in peace) from AAR's done by his Company Leader (Captain?).
My grandfather had numerous utterly fucking badass moments in his live as the tankcrewmen, on the last russian offensive against Finland, a IS-2 rolled on a road around a corner just ahead his tank. Just as they were about to fire, the firing lock of the gun fell off, and everyone abandoned the tank. All expect my grandfather, he went down the tank and picked up the lock and started fixing it back to the gun. The IS-2 didn't shoot when it seemingly saw the crew abandoning the tank, so my grandfather was saved. He fixed the lock, loaded a special round (APCR? He didn't remember what it was exactly called), aimed the gun, and fired. The IS-2's front armor was impaled by the round and the russians abandoned the tank as it started to smoke.
Theres also this utterly awesome moment in his service time, when his tank was destroyed, and he and his crew was waiting for a replacement, he was assigned to a motorcycle messenger role. Now he had to couple of times to carry messages to a platoon position on the base of the hill, and the road had a long part that was a straight line before turning behind a forest. And russian positions had a clear view on it, so he had to drive like a fucking madman dodging tank shells, falling trees and bullets as the russians basically shooted him with everything they got.
And he had to do it even couple of times.
During this phase of being motorcycle messenger, he got lost and drived on the russian territory, he realized this when the went past the endless colums of tanks and trucks filled with supplies and soldiers. Luckily they didn't recognize him as an enemy (some soviet checkpoint guards even waved at him), after sometime trying to find a gap in the column to turn around and go back, he made it to friendly lines alive.
This little event was featured in a book called "Rynnäkkötykit Isänmaan Puolustajina"
He refused to do Motorcycle messenger missions after that trip, he only told his lieutnant after the war why.
When asked why he never told anything, or so little about his expriences in war, he only mentioned that after the war he was the only original member of his Squad. All of his friends died, and was left alone when the peace arrived.
After the war he become a hunter, and a sailor. Sailed all the way from Finland to America, Cuba, and to Britain.
He Got some medals from the war, but I don't remember their names.
My grandpa was a prisoner in the 'Frøslev Prison Camp'.
His name is on a list in the museum and shit.
He even told us how they used to mop all the water into a hole in the floor, after they were done washing the floor.
My Great Grandad was in WW2 as a field engineer, fortunutely (as he says, I agree) he never saw any action. My friends Great Grandad was in the IRA (Irish Republican Army). The British sent loads of their criminals over to Ireland to stir up trouble. My friends Great Grandad was in a sniper squad consisting of two people, him and his best friend.
As a military jeep full of british rapists and murderers made it's way into a field his friend shot the driver and as the men in the back climbed out my friends Great Grandad killed all six, with six sniper rounds. I know this isn't my Grandad but the story was just too awesome to be just ignored.
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