earliest military history I know about in my family is about 200 years ago, when my grand grand grand father killed one Turkish Aga, and sparked rebellion which he led. Rebels won several small battles, and eventually Turkish army stopped coming to their mountain. He in particular was killed on Christamas of 1804 or 1806, dnno when exactly. Tursk attacked while he ate dinner with his family and that was it. I had two grand fathers in WWII, and one grand, grand father. In Bosnian civil war my dad and mew both joined Army of Republic of Srpska in the early 1992 and stayed in till 96. He was a radio operator, and I was in infantry.
hehe you mean my "spanglish" i know its terrible but...Omega7 nah its not that bad i think.
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My grandfather was in the 2nd NZ division and sometime in 1942 in libya his (brengun carrier?) took a hit from a suspected 88. The round passed clean thru the 'tank' without exploding. Unfortunately it also went thru my grandfathers best mate. Apparantly it was rather gory in the 'tank' and my Grandfather freaked out.
He suffered severe shell shock, was sent to a military hospital for a while but was deemed non-fit for combat and spent the rest of the war as a MP in Italy.
When he got home to NZ he became a alcholic and through away all his service medals, but luckily for me he meet up with a returning WREN whom became of course my grandmother
A few years before he died the goverement of NZ presented him again with all his medals he'd thrown away along with a OBE presented by the governer general of NZ for service to the community.
ps: he stayed an alchoholic till my uncles were old enough to hit back after a particulary violent family episode. He swore off alchohol there after.
Both of my grandfathers served in WWII ... the one from my mother`s side fought as a border guard in the Romanian Army ... and the one from my father` side was an artilery officer and fought with the germans against the soviets at Rostov -on Don ... both survieved the war.
My father`s side grandpa died in '76 well before i was born ... and the other died 3 years ago.
By granfather, and the father of my other grandfather fought in Spanish civil war, One was a Cpt and was killed, after an attack of 3 days, i have all his documents( he also fought in Morocco). The other was a corporal(artillery) and then served with Division Azul Eastern Front.The father of my gandmother, fought in Morocco war( took part in Alhucemas landings) and uncle fought in Ifni War, were he was killed, an mabush.
Not sure if I posted this already, but my grandfather served in WWII. He told a story once about when his company came upon a grove of peach trees, they all ate them, and it turned out they were not ripe.
He sat in a ****ter the rest of the night firing out the door during a German counterattack with his Thompson.
He was also on Normandy beach, I think.
Also, my other grandpa was in the Navy in Vietnam. He saw a guy get cut in half by an exploding pipe on a ship.
My great grandfather and his son George Rex Gordon served in the first world war.
George Rex Gordon a private in the 85th infantry battalion ( Cape Breton Highlanders ) was KIA on the Cambrais Road in April 1918 nearly at wars end. he was emerging from a wooded area when he caught shrapnel to the neck and died a day later from his wounds. I still have some personal effects that were found on him.
My Grandfather Peter Sherwood was a wireless operator for the Royal Canadian Airforce in Newfoundland and my Fathers Father Bill Harrison was a Asdic operator on a minesweeper HMCS Georgian from 1943 untill wars end. I also have a UBoat Christnening picture that he "Lifted" from the Captains Cabin of a Surrendered Uboat he toured in London.
Infact I am the second generation in my family that hasnt had to fight in any war of any kind in a few hundred years.
I have a favorite uncle who was only a few years older. He is like an elder brother I never had. He came back from Nam and locked himself up in the basement for a couple of years. He didnít come out for meal and I had to bring it to him. He slipped a piece of paper telling us what he need. We yelled through the door and he never let anybody in. He came out at night and dug up the backyard to make sandbags. We thought he had done something bad in Vietnam and asked the Army about it. But no, Uncle Sam gave him two medals and a citation to prove that he was O.K. by the Army Standard.
I once slipped into the basement when he had to go to the post office. Wow, scare the sh*t out of me! There were no lights, he used candles, he slept on the floor under the bed with sandbags surrounding and on top of the bed. There were two .45 Colt and a K-bar next to the bed as if he was expecting a visit from Charlie Kong. I told my parent and the whole family went to the basement. Uncle Greg came back mad as hell, he tried to push us out and grandmother was crying her eyes out to see her son living like an animal all these years. Uncle Greg picked up a .45 and tried to stick it in his mouth, my pa grasped his gun hand, somebody jumped on him and before long, the whole family was on top of him. I remembered sinking my teeth into his hand to bite it off. Uncle Greg broke down and cried his hearts out after all these years.
To make a long story short, he ended up at the Vet. Hospital and years of counseling, he is O.K. now I guess, yet he wouldnít talk about the war. He said those who had been there and done that, donít have much to say. Those who brag must be in the rear with the gear. When pressed hard, he would simply say he has been to hell and came back alive.
My great grandfather in WWI fought as a British soldier. He chased the Germans out of France, and he had 3 hand grenades thrown at him. When he got back from the war, he had shrapnel still in the back of his neck.
My Grandfather from my dad's side was a pow/forced labour in germany in ww2. He saw the russians come into berlin, where they almost shot him thinking he was a german. He came back to Holland with schrapnel in his underarms. They didn't have enough bandages, so they used paper and cloth to bandage his arms.
My grandad from my mothers side was in a jap camp in japan. There he was ratted out once with his buddy for getting bread off some villagers through the fence. The japanese made him and his buddy stand opposite each other and hit eachother with flat hands on their ears. Thats how he became deaf. I still have a US canteen and US a spoon and fork which he got when the americans came into the camp. My mom lost the knife after the war cutting flowers, dropped it in a ditch full of water... Some dutch entertainer (Wim Kan) was in the same camp and whenever my grandad saw him on the telly after the war, he'd almost throw the telly out the window. Was only years later that it became known that yer man was a bit too fond of children. It was a mixed camp with childeren and all.
My father's sister's husband's step-brother, was a technician aboard a U-boat during the Second World War. I don't know much about his life history, other than the fact that he served in the North-Atlantic and after the war emigrated to South Africa.