>be my grandpa, 1940's
>inna Japan by the end of the war, he's assigned to clean up the beaches
>picks Arisakas off dead japs and sells them to random GIs
>picks shrimps feeding off washed up bodies and sells them to GIs for food.
Yea, my grandpa kinda encouraged cannibalism.
Fucked up things your relatives did in war thread?
>picked shrimp off dead bodies
Thats what is known as the food chain
As for my grandpops he never talked about what he did or saw during the battle of bulge. but he had that look about him. That, hand in a pile of goo/only the dead have seen the end of war, kinda look
>Great Uncle is a PBY Catalina pilot (just found this out, fucking awesome)
>Gets shot down, gets captured
>taken to concentration camp, survives on nothing but potatoes he stashes somewhere
>gets liberated by the russians, finds his way to France somehow
>Gets sent home to US, has lost almost 100 pounds
>First day back eats entire cheese wheel
>Still hates potatoes to this day
I can confirm this to be true, my uncle is the only other Infantryman in my family and he was in Vietnam, he has pictures with his ear necklaces.
Bundy's son-in-law, also a Vietnam vet, has told us similar stories about having an ear necklace, and his wife confirmed that. He also had a buddy who cut off a gook titty, cured and dried it, and made a coin pouch out of it.
>be great grandad
>tanker in world war fucking one
>German doesn't see him
>German stops running, removes pants, begins shitting
>shoots German with main gun
>no more German
Guess my grandfather was the kind that never told any stories. All is known is he was a M1919 machine gunner in Korea and mowed down many Chinese. other two things he said soldiers would put their helmets on sticks and poke them out of fox holes for entertainment and to never use tanks for cover.
My great grandfather died on Iwo Jima
On the defending side. Didn't know much about him, I'm half white and I don't know much about my Jap family besides what my mother used. Apparently they're all a bunch of smarmy cunts, so is rather not meet them anyways.
My grandfather flew in the TBF torpedo bombers as the rear gunner back in WWII.
i guess the most fucked up thing he ever did was cut apart bodies on saipan where the japs had leapt to their death rather than being captured in hopes of finding gold teeth or a side arm, but he said the marines had all got their first. he did try to bring a skull home, but they made him dump it over the side when they got back to american waters.
Oh im sure all I know about his time over there is how he got his Purple Heart
>breaking thru to Bastonge to liberate the 101st
>Tank hits mine, gets all kinds of fucked up.
>Medevac jeep comes to pick him up, he apparently hops on to the hood with a stomach full of shrapnel
>Jeep then proceeds to hit a mine
>gets blown up TWICE, lives
>awarded Purple Heart for gettin blown up twice
>honorably discharged, meets grandma
Thats about all I know of his career. He apparently was a crack shot before he went to tonk school.
He never spoke of what other things happened to him. My mom, my grandma, no one knew what he saw or did. He smelled like 40 packs of cigarettes and had this scruffy stubble that felt like being sanded to death with sandpaper and steel wool........I miss it......I miss him..........;_;
My grandpa was a gunner on a quad Oerlikon turret on a 5th Fleet Destroyer Escort. He told me last week that when his and three other DEs were sweeping for mines ahead of a column around Pelileu, a rogue sea mine broke off its chain and surfaced admidships, and rather than risk more men on the big cruisers and carriers behind them, the skipper of the nearest DE to swing itself around and take the mine on its stern. Blew part of it off, ruined the screws and shafts, and the column had to swerve to miss hitting it. I'm not sure if they salvaged it or how, but thats a pretty goddamned ballsy thing to do.
Grandpa said the captain would have felt disgraced to let that mine past.
That absolute balls of these men were gargantuan.
My shop teacher occupied japan after the war. He found a truck full of food on the side of the road and couldn't get anyone to take it so he traded it to the locals for a brewery. He then reactivated the brewery powered by GI's will to drink. They got hammered playing poker with "funny money" he only later found out they were gambling with what would turn out to be tens of thousands of US dollars worth of jap currency .
My grandfather's engineer squad on Iwo Jima found themselves sitting over an air tunnel for a Japanese hospital in a cave one night.
They found the entrance and blew it up with demolition charges then went back to the air vent and took turns dropping white phosphorous grenades down the shaft onto the trapped doctors and wounded.
They gave him the Bronze Star for selflessly leading his squad in destruction of an "enemy outpost".
I don't know much of the details but I do know one of my great uncles was a resistance leader in Montenegro during WW2. He wasn't to fond of the king and he hated the commies so his handlers had him and his group get stuck with mostly what were essentially suicide missions for sabotage.
One story that comes to mind for him was:
>Italians trying to shell inland troop positions from ships just off the coast.
>Being Italians they can't hit shit and end up blowing up part of my families church.
>They send an Italian foot patrol through our land the next day to survey the damage and check for enemy casualties.
>Remember what that sniper did in FMJ?
>Uncle does that and picks of Italians one by one.
>Takes the bodies into the center of the village at night and dumped them in the center.
Goddamn that must be awkward. My grandfather is still pretty biased, but he acknowledges that its just thats how he was raised, and doesnt actually hold any animosity.
Ive seen old soldiers on opposing sides meet up for beers and stories and hugs and it warms my heart. But some just can't let it all go.
fuck man, I miss my grandfathers scruffy fuckin hugs too......
he was inna 11th ACR in nam, only story he ever told was inadvertently when I told him my armor unit still used 113's.
apparently he was in the back of one when the gunner/tc got schwhacked and had to man the gun.
Grandpa dropped bombs from B25 Mitchell's over Korea in the early days, then got rotated back to Arizona to train new guys on the sight
Two great uncles were in the 82 during WWII. Different companies and different sides of the family, never met until after. One jumped with the BAR, said it broke his jaw the first time when the chute opened. Both made all combat jumps with the 505th
>no ear protection whatsoever
>people screaming from all directions
>you don't know what the fuck a "tank" is
>artillery left, right and center
>gunfire right beside your head
>grenades and shit
>scared absolutely shitless, to the point where you're not even paying attention to the enemy anymore
That's how you'd miss a tank in WWI.
>Fucked up things your relatives did in war thread
My great great uncle was supposedly a dedicated nazi in Sweden.
Some say he would offer safe heaven for Norwegian and Danish partisans at his home.
When they got there he would use a secret radio to contact German gestapo in deep cover in Sweden. Then they'd come in the night to take the partisans away. No one knows what happened to them, they were probably tortured and killed.
Great great uncle supposedly did this to over 50 men.
But there is no proof of it at all, and the only one that claimed it happened was his widow, and she was genuinely insane.
>Forced labor by Japs for an airfield in Clark.
>Suddenly: American Liberation and Airstrikes.
>Ded Japs everywhere
>Gathered up other kids to pilfer nip bodies.
>Got around 3 swords, a couple of pistols, some caps, every dead bodies' wallets.
>Was about to grab the rifles until local guerillas came out of the woodwork and smacked his behind, telling them that the guerillas needed the rifles.
>Ridiculously overcharged US Servicemen for the stuff he scavenged.
He's now a retired ruthless businessman.
My great uncle firebombed Dresden. He travelled all throughout europe post war, but refused to go to Germany.
Why can't our current servicemen be as like these old guys? Killed the enemy, came home, lived their lives and didn't talk about shit until their alcoholism destroyed their livers until they died
Now it's all this pussy feelings because I saw my buddy get killed or a mortar got shot in the same province or some other bullshit. You don't think my these guys in WWII saw their buddy's get killed, or a bomber crash and lose everyone, or that guy who had to belly land with the ball turret gunner still inside. Fucking faggots
Grandad was a Ranger in Normandy. His unit was nearby when the Malmedy massacre was discovered.
Two weeks later he was ordered to take a group of guys and escort 120 or so German prisoners to the rear, then bring back a truck of supplies. He took six guys with automatic weapons. Three days later he shows back up at his unit with the truck of supplies. Somewhere along the line in the swamps around Utah Beach they "lost" all the prisoners and most of the ammunition for their guns.
>In some cases, flesh was cut from living people. An Indian POW, Lance Naik Hatam Ali (later a citizen of Pakistan), testified that in New Guinea: "the Japanese started selecting prisoners and every day one prisoner was taken out and killed and eaten by the soldiers. I personally saw this happen and about 100 prisoners were eaten at this place by the Japanese. The remainder of us were taken to another spot 50 miles (80 kilometres) away where 10 prisoners died of sickness. At this place, the Japanese again started selecting prisoners to eat. Those selected were taken to a hut where their flesh was cut from their bodies while they were alive and they were thrown into a ditch where they later died."
>My grandpa died in Auschwitz so...
>My grandma told me he fell off his guard tower.
Here. This is for you.
>Dry cured titty coin purse
Whelp. I know what I'm doing if we go to war with Russia.
My grandfather volunteered for the British army in WWII, escaped I assume at Dunkirk, eventually discharged for running moonshine. Joined Canadian army and fought in africa, left after he was drafted into the American army, went back to africa and fought up to Italy. Dad said his dad never talked about what he did after that.
I only have two great uncles from wwII
uncle one drove jeeps for high ranking officers and supposedly was driving with a jeep group that included Patton on the beach of Normandy not long after the invasion. Still tons of rotting corpses and blood splotches to witness, but he never saw real action.
Very little is known about him because the war fucked him up pretty hard. He was late to the war and had to march across most of France to get to the front lines. Our family suspects he killed at least a few Nazis based off of his war medals. After the war was over he arrived in his hometown in Deleware and was upset that German POWs were working the farms there and being treated well by locals. His wife wanted to go to Paris later in life, but he vehemently stated he saw enough of France to last a life time.
Had an uncle who lost an eye at the bulge. Never spoke of it. Wonderful, jovial man though. Used to pop out his glass eye to scare kids at family reunions. He's been gone for about 6 years now.
>imblying that those fucking psychotic IJA soldiers wouldn't have bayoneted you right in the dick if you went in there and asked for their surrender.
>imblying hospital personnel wouldnt give weapons to conscious patients
Only fucked up thing that happened to my grandfather during the war. His flight crew made it through their tour with no injuries, not bad considering his unit suffered some of the higest losses.
My other grandfather caught the local base commander with a member of the secretarial pool in a hanger and was never transferred to Europe.
Most never saw a welcome home parade, if they showed any emotional regret or PTSD it was considered cowardice, and if you were crippled/burned/fubar then you were considered an unsightly fuck that shouldn't be in public because you'll scare the children.
Being in a war only brings recognition to a select few, the heroism shit is all propaganda.
>Great Great Uncle on the shores of Okinawa
>finds porcelain on beach, flawless except for big hole in it
Thinking now, it represents war and what it does to man
>was in a trench dug buy Japs
>see Jap trying to climb out, shoots him
>"burst like a watermelon"
>Fucked up things your relatives did in war thread?
Not really fucked up. A somewhat distant relative of mine boiled the skin off a jap skull and sent it back home. At least that was fucked up enough for family to send it back to japan for burial.
Some anon was telling a story about how his grandpa was part of a WW2 American Bomber crew, and purposefully shot down Tusagee Airmen that were under him because they wouldn't get out of the way of his fucking targets.
>if they showed any emotional regret or PTSD it was considered cowardice, and if you were crippled/burned/fubar then you were considered an unsightly fuck that shouldn't be in public because you'll scare the children.
Yea and society was much better because of it
If the tank is a hundred yards away, you have tinnitus from months of shooting without ear protection plus the possibility of planes overhead, other vehicles and battle sounds, it's understandable .
My grandfather was a guard at Majdanek camp in Poland. He helped demolish it when commies were at their doorstep and ran. He was later "liberated" by the commies yet again, my grandmother was raped and nearly killed, and both of them managed to escape to British controlled territory after the war, and later both moved to America where they started a family.
They were the only survivors of the war on that side of my family. Ironic that their daughter would marry an American GI when she grew up, and THEIR kid would marry another GI. As for the rest of my family? Either died in war, captured by Russians then died, or died whilst liberated by Russians. Naturally, I have a slight animosity towards them because of what they had done to my family. Raped and killed several great aunts and their children, starved or shot the rest of them.
>capture some IRA blokes
>blindfold them and put them in a chopper
>flying at a few thousand feet
>interrogate them on planned ops, weapons, members, anything useful
>interrogator brought a pig
>tells them to say goodbye to their friend
>throws pig, it screams
>fenians think it was one of them
>they get interned
This is why the Irish hate paratroopers, I have a couple more Paras v The People of Ireland stories if anyone cares
Americans are a bit odd in that respect
>WWII Americans BOMB THE FUCK out of civilians, fully aware that they're probably killing literally over a million innocent people
"muh greatest generation"
>some dude in Vietnam accidentally drops naplam on a kid and someone snaps a photo
"These horrific warcrimes need to stop!"
>some asshole in the sandbox throws kills a puppy for fun
More like nobody was covering what war is until Vietnam.
When your average plebs seen in TV the horrors of war for the first time, horrors that they have fully cheered on in WWII, they're all PLS MAKE IT STOP.
>on patrol in South Armagh aka Bandit Country aka Snipers at Work
>every day they leave camp some old woman shouts st them
>always comes to the window with her cat
>couple of weeks into tour someone finds her cat in the street
>walking past her house the next day
>usual "British bastards paras ho home bloods sunday god bless the pope and the IRA"
>someone tells her to check her front door
>cat literally nailed to the door by its tail
>she never shouts again
Still have on or two more
>be chink uncle, lost everything to Mao in his teenage years
>uncle has a deep rooted hatred for communists and other Asians, worse when it's a combination of the two
>fights in Korea as part of UN forces, killing zipper heads with Siamese Mauser and other things
>Time skip a decade, 1965,
>uncle is moderately successful businessman, war becomes official
>enlists, he's multilingual, transferred to intelligence gathering
>intelligence gathering consist of torturing suspected VC, sympathizers, burning villages, leading his own death squad comprised of ARVN
>war deescalates, refuses to return to America because of decadent liberalism and hippies
>lives in Thailand to this day
They didn't yet know about that when they were dropping millions of tons for Amatol on crying families huddling in their basements.
Quite frankly most Germans didn't even know what really went on in the camps and when the Russians first encountered death camps in Poland and told the US, the Americans through the commies were just making it up.
My grandfather, a Vietnam paratrooper, saw my tomahawk as a kid and told me about how it looked an awful lot like the viet-era tomahawks some of them had.
I later overheard from my grandpa talking to my dad (grandpa is on moms side of the family) that a half-joking brigade commander said that he would give a three day leave to the guy who gave him the head of a gook. On of my grandpas squadmates took his tomahawk to the neck of a VC he had killed, and stuck it on a sharp stick outside the guys tent like a warlord.
The guy got the three day leave.
I've a story about my grandad working for the IRA inadvertently
>cousin starts telling him about this big plan to make loads of money
>broke alcoholic gambler with four mouths to feed, grandad says yes
>turns out he has to transport drugs over the border
>in the height of the troubles
>in his van with broken brakes
>not just bags of drugs, the equipment storing and producing it too
>grandad and two ginger shits have to drive an exceptionally explosive drug cocktail into the north at night with no brakes in the troubles
>manages it by a fucking miracle
>meet is a pub
>they have a drink, waiting for pickup
>dude in a beret and trenchcoat walks in
>throws him cash
>suddenly four cars pull up and strip his van faster than sonic the hedgehog on cocaine
>never helps cousin again
He is still around too, will get more stories eventually
A death camp where a lot of people where killed
>be onna patrol in South Armagh
>walking through fields and setting up roving checkpoints (too dangerous for set ones, all road travel was banned in South Armagh for soldiers under all circumstances)
>set CP ontop of a hill
>car pulls up, immediately complaining about being late for work
>cant be punished for being late if there was a checkpoint on the road
>guy keeps complaining whilst car is searched
>guy is in a suit, dad likes his tie
>orders him out the car and takes it off him
>dad and friends then search one of the tires
>someone "accidentally" loses their grip on it
>it rolls downhill
>tell Paddy he's free to go
>set up new cp not long after
>gonna need to search your car Paddy
>guy is begging them nor too
>one of his tyres "accidentally" comes off and tolls downhill. Again
>Living through the Blitz will do that.
The blitz was very mild as far as bombing raids went. The Germans didn't even intentionally bomb cities at first, they only started after they did it accidentally and saw how effective it was at panicking the bongs.
Grandpa joined the Navy during WW1, became (at the time) the youngest chief petty officer ever, then fought in the Pacific theater of WW2. He had three nigga, *three* goddamn ships shot out from under him, one of which he was one of a few dozen survivors. At one of the islands they were stationed at he strangled a japanese infiltrator that had killed three of his buddies in their sleep at their camp. Not surprisingly he was sent stateside due to severe PTSD.
>in an effort to kill civilians
How many actually died in London? It was laughably few compared what the allies did to even nominally allied but occupied countries like france or italy
>start the war
>willingly and constantly kill civilians
>HOW DARE YOU BOMB US
>THIS IS AN OUTRAGE
I bet you think the Japanese or Germans wouldn't have done the same exact thing if they were any good at strategic bombing.
Fucking edgy, psuedo-intellectual little cunt.
>be my father
>closest war buddy has been shot dead. 0% chance of him alive
>give zero fucks because delirious, and out of his fucking mind
>carries buddy back to camp, and begins threatening nearest medical staff
>hairs away from murdering several people for claiming his friend his gone
>scared shitless they lie their asses off pretending to do something while waiting for my father to calm down/or for help to arrive
And that's all I've ever heard of my father's service aside from how awful it was. Still don't know what happened to him after all of that.
Why does this make it "okay"? Same shit with people "defending" Hamas just because they can't use their rockets/mortars properly so Israel shouldn't retaliate effectively. You start shit, you get hit, it's not that hard to understand. Should we send soldiers with poor marksmanship and in fewer numbers because that's how insurgents fight?
>grandfather driving sherman unbuttoned
>driving past burning german halftrack
>hear screaming from inside the halftrack
>stops, goes to get out of the tank to help the man
>ranking officer says its a trap, and he'll shoot anyone that tries to help him
It's the only story from the war he ever told.
Fuck reasonable force in this scenario, you put your own people on the line by starting shit. It's as if you dropped the bombs on them yourself. This goes for Germany in WWII and modern insurgency too, eventhough nowadays insurgents sacrifice people that aren't their own anyway.
My grandpa was with the Canadian infantry in Holland and Germany. He died when I was eleven, but I did hear a few stories from him and what he told my Dad. Fighting tanks without any anti-tank weapons by using a rock to knock the treads off and then kill/capture the crew. His regiment's purpose was to defend the flank of the main advancing force so when there German artillery it was up to them to find and destroy it. He spent a year or two in post war Germany searching for Nazi sympathizers, and holdouts who refused to surrender.
He didn't go into to much detail, but the only time I saw him show emotion was that he was pissed that they wouldn't let him bring back a gambler pistol just like pic related that he bought from a Dutch pawn shop.
>tfw when some REMF officer robbed me of my birthright
It's a two way street.
>be on guard duty with a friend
>stood in the sangar
>same fenian comes out drunk every night and shouts at the sangar
>friend says if he sees him he'll kill him
>few minutes later his friend shoots
>dad tactically shits his pants
>dead fenian with a 7.62 in the dome
>army defends friend in court
>not guilty of all charges
>be onna checkpoint
>one guy with a webley or Browning searches inside whilst the rest check outside or watch
>dad is on checkpoint
>drivers are RUC and drunk as fuck
>married and with their girlfriends
>still have to search the car incase the ira are watching
>driver shows his id
>passenger gets loud saying they shouldnt be searching the cops
>guy with browning tells him its for their own safety
>guy keeps complaining
>someone asks for the passengers id
>passenger says "heres my I'd"
>pulls out police issue handgun
>gets shot in the throat
Had a hobo tell me a story that he jumped out of a tank before it went off a cliff and watched all his friends die. He'd walk by and tell me the story every time with snot running out his nose and rubbing it on his hand before shaking mine
Hamas are cowards that deliberately hide amongst civilians.
But bombing strictly civilian targets such as Dresden is still a war crime.
You may be pissed at the German military, but killing thousands of people unrelated to the German military isn't exactly a solid retaliatory action. The Germans were afraid that Dresden was going to get bombed so they considered placing a bunch of allied POWs in the city, hoping to dissuade bombing raids. But they realized it would be cowardly and a war crime, so they never went through with it.
I also think its more the racism that the US had in the 40's verse the 60's and 70's. Also after witnessing Pearl Harbor, and the propaganda the US government churned out on a HOURLY basis, the people of america completely feared that the war was for their very lives. My mom described what her mom told her as my grandma grew up during world war 2, and said it was brutal what the average citizen believed.
The public of world war 2 truly believed that it was a war for their very lives, while Vietnam was just murica being murica.
America killed tens of thousands of civilians (at least) in north Vietnam and Cambodia in the late 60s and early 70s. Would either of those countries have been justified if they could have retaliated to kill 100s of thousands or millions of American civilians?
I'm sorry to tell you, but you are mentally damaged.
But then again so are probably the people that run around pretended to be some kind of human animal things.
I understand if it was a fetish, but some of these people have no shame and do it in public.
My grandfather volunteered for the Greek Expeditionary Force in Korea. Didn't talk about it much except saying it was his biggest regret in life, but a few years ago he told me that he killed children. He didn't specify the circumstances or how many children. Just literally said "I killed children".
My great grandfather went to fight as a mercenary in South America during ww2. Got shot in the stomach, pretended to be a brit because the locals didn't much like americans. Ended up getting bandaged up and put on a ship to England, where he worked until he had enough money to get a ride home. Not sure what happened to his brother that went with him. My dad witnessed what was technically a black op (sf guys he was stationed in Africa with got sick of hearing locals being cut up with machetes at night), so the got some suppressed smgs and handed their berets and dog tags off to some grunts. No kne got cut up after that night.
I never claimed the Nazis were innocent, I don't sympathize with their ideology. The holocaust was terrible, I don't deny that. But it's difficult to use the holocaust as an excuse for allied war crimes when they didn't even know about the extent of the holocaust at the time. It should also be noted that WWII in Europe was about control of Europe, not about the safety of the jews, the allies didn't give a fuck about the jews. Before the war even started the Germans asked other countries, including the UK and USA to take the jews, but they refused. Even then Jewish refugees escaped Nazi-occupied territories into allied lands they were often forced to go back, as with the MS St. Louis incident.
My cousin is Dario Kordi?
>Previously, it was estimated that between 50,000 and 150,000 Cambodian civilians were killed by the bombing. Given the five fold increase in tonnage revealed by the database, the number of casualties is surely higher.
Spoken like a true Jihadist.
Time for you to walk into that mall and be ready to take out the infidels because your uncle's cousin got shot by the imperialist Americans when the tried to steal gasoline from their FOB.
This is my stepfather's father but
>be an excellent painter
>be a grandmaster chess player
>nazis politically take over the netherlands
>he joins the party
>eventually joins the SS
>went to eastern front
>captured by russians
>by that time it was the end of the war
>escaped from the russians
>captured by loyalist dutch forces
>had to write to the king to get it reinstated
>moved to America in the 50s
Apparently my stepfather came back from hunting with a friends kar98 and his father told him to take that shit out of his house.
my grandpa got drafted for Vietnam,but rather then be forced into whatever branch they wanted,he signed up himself as a medic. he doesn't talk about it at all,heard this from my grandma,but id imagine he saw some shit and sewed up some shit.
Well he only tried to steal that gas because the evil imperialist amerikans had broken into his house to look for jihadists and knocked over his jerry can. Now poor Hamid had no fuel for his motorcycle, how was he going to get his opium to the market now? Without those opium profits he could never buy food for his family. There was only one way, he had to steal gasoline. But Hamid was a godly moral man, he could not steal from an honest muslim. But that's when he realized, there were people around the area with gasoline that weren't honest muslims...
>The Germans didn't even intentionally bomb cities at first, they only started after they did it accidentally and saw how effective it was at panicking the bongs.
What happened was a German flight of bombers couldn't find the airfield they were supposed to bomb at night so they dropped their load where they were and flew home. The bombs landed on London.
Then the British retaliated with a large bombing attack on a German city.
Then Hitler proclaimed total war against the British.
>Be in Patton's 3rd Army
>Starts in fucking Hedgerows
>Sgt gets his ass shot, Granddad promoted to Corporal and leads the squad
>Not a single fucking man lost in his squad for the rest of the war.
>After the war he said he never wanted to be responsible for anyone ever again.
>Granddad is small
>140lbs at 6'2"
>Issued m1 carbine because to small for Garand
>Fuck that shit
>Steal mp40 off dead kraut
>use that for rest of the war
>Helped liberate Dachau.
>Like fucking hundreds.
>Dad says how he woke up when he was 12 or so and granddad was burning them in his backyard.
>Said he never wanted to be reminded of what he saw there.
Man died when I was young, so a lot of these stories are second hand from my dad and uncles.
Fine, I'll leave the holocaust out
Germans invaded Belgium to get to France, bombed Britain, sank commercial shipping in the Atlantic
this is what happens when you start a continent spanning war, don't be pissed when someone responds more effectively and extensively than you
>What happened was a German flight of bombers couldn't find the airfield they were supposed to bomb at night so they dropped their load where they were and flew home. The bombs landed on London.
Right I'm sure that's how it happened. Seems perfectly plausible to me.
Im not saying it was any less brutal, but yes, generally people of the 40's were more racist than people of the 60's and 70's. You must have decided to just skip the fact that the civil rights movement happened, you autist.
>put the bodies in a big truck
>take them to Lapland
>bury them all in the snow and ice
Jesus christ my grandad was there in dachau as well. Apparently they must have been pretty fucking bad because after my grandad died my grandma burned them all. Makes me kinda sad since they were a ton of pictures he personally took that have never been seen by anyone but him basically.
Yes, they invaded through Belgium, because the Belgians would never let them pass through peacefully. If the Belgians had pulled the "so neutral I don't give a fuck if you're here or not" card like Sweden did no one in Belgium would have gotten hurt.
Yes, Britain bombed Germany too. Germany started bombing airfields and industrial facilities. The Brits went straight for wherever they were likely to kill the most Germans.
Are you saying that the Brits never sank commercial shipping? Even to or from neutral countries? Because that's how my great grandfather died.
He was a merchant marine.
Yes, war is ugly typically both sides do immoral things, and innocent people get hurt.
It's called proportion. If North Vietnam got its hands on a large nuclear arsenal and managed to kill 10% of the U.S. population in retaliation to operation rolling thunder, I don't think the world would brush it off as simply being a more effective fighting force.
>Right I'm sure that's how it happened. Seems perfectly plausible to me.
That's actually what happened.
Hitler and Goering specifically gave orders on what the allowed targets in Britain were. Those were war industries and military airfields.
Hitler only ordered war on British civilian targets after the RAF bombed civilian targets in and around Berlin.
>Right I'm sure that's how it happened. Seems perfectly plausible to me.
They were specifically ordered not to bomb population centers because they knew the Brits would react strongly and probably retaliate harshly.
She was the wife of a waffen SS guy, Yeah. but he had nothing to do with the camps, He was a sniper. I have no clue how she got involved with the camps, all I know is she was one, and pretty active in the BDM.
I dunno how fucked up it is, but my granddaddy had his fair share of adventures in postwar Germany.... Pic related.
You didn't have the fucking president receiving a nip-bone letter opener. You also skip the fact that the civil rights succeeded. Had it happened in the 40's, it would have failed out of the gate.
>Postwar, stationed in Austria
>It's Christmas Eve 1945
>Him and buddy bored as fuck, decide to have a little fun
>Steal fur-lined coat, some skis and a sack full of k-rations, fruit and cigarettes.
>start going around, knocking on peoples doors to give them gifts.
>Kids come out, sing or play instruments if they have them
>Happens at every house, some parents in tears.
>Asks one family why this keeps happening (spoke fluent German)
>People tell story that in Austria traditionally Santa comes around knocking on doors on Christmas eve on skis and the kids sing a song or something, then they get their present.
>Dad said Granddad always got a little misty-eyed telling that story.
>Granddad bored again in post-war Austria
>finds a factory that had made binoculars, cameras and optics
>Asks man who works there if he's be willing to sell anything
>For $500 he walks away with two crates full of quality cameras and shit
>Next leave goes to London
>Uses that to start his own business back in the states
Also, he brought home a Luger and a helmet he pulled off an SS officer, probably going to be mine when dad passes away.
My grandfather was in the Independent Norwegian Brigade Group in Germany (basically peace keepers in Berlin). He told me about some british and dutch soldiers that got into a fight and it escalated to some extreme lengths. The dutch guys dropped some sort of grenade into the british tankers tank one day, and the guy inside were mad as fuck because the bang pretty much blew out their hearing. Then one night they ran over the dutch guys tent with their tank, while they were asleep in there.
My grandfather told me that these were veterans from the war and some of those veterans were completely mental. He was too young to fight during the war, so he was not a veteran.
>Be end of war
>Has to strangle an extremely young looking boy
>Has to kill old, young, and tired looking German men
>get flat tire while in night convoy
>in early morning get rolled up on by German command car
>some minor officer steps out and frantically surrenders with four other unarmed soldiers
>they agree and have the Germans sit on the side of the road while the Americans figure out what to do
>Russians roll up on them
>explain situation to Russians
>Russians will give them a spare tire if they can take the prisoners
>Russians line up the Germans and shoot them on the spot
>Loot bodies, change tire, Americans and Russians shake hands and part ways
My great grandfather often talks about how weary the Germans looked at the very end.
On one hand I'm kinda sad I never asked my grandad about WW2 but on the other perhaps I'm better off only knowing the odd bits and pieces.
Things like being part of the squads who would go and clear bridges of Japanese suicide soldiers who would hide under the bridges with bombs.
And him realising just how fucking retarded war was when a zero was diving on his unit and he was shooting up at it with his sten, him having no chance of hitting and the pilot having no idea he even existed.
There was that one incident
>B17 landing gear shot to hell and cannot open
>belly turret also shot to hell and cannot retract so operator is trapped inside
>Returned to base
>Circles the base many times with crew trying desperately to fix the shit
>shit cannot be fixed
>out of fuel
>forced to belly land B17 with the belly turret gunner trapped inside
>everyone on base had to watch, many tears were shed
Its not a super long story but my brothers friend was in a lot of the house to house ground warfare in iraq/afghanistan and he once told a story of the time he had to chase down and spear tackle the iraqi brigadier general
i've also got a piece of a 120mm shell that was fired at my other brothers base while he was working as a mechanic in afghanistan
>grandfather was too young to serve in WW1
>too old to serve in WW2
>other grandfather was born just as korea started
>couldn't go to nam because he couldn't read or write
>I missed out on Iraq and Afghanistan because I am a felon
Gotta keep the family tradition, of having an excuse to not serve, alive.
The glass sections are too small to fit through, plus it's very cramped and you're basically in a chair seat on your back spread eagle. you can't even fit your parachute in with you, alot of guys didn't even fit their sidearms in.
Why are you on /k/ if you can't legallyown guns?
Don't tell me if you do own them or not, I don't want your dog killed and your house burnt just because of a couple posts on the internet
> be my relative in world war one
> gets captured by germans (don't know the actual story)
> german soldiers take him to their commanding officer
> commanding officer turns out to be his room mate from college
I'm technically a felon in the military's eyes because of felony charges when I was a juvenile.
I can buy firearms no problem, but apparently the military doesn't think that people deserve 2nd chances. Besides, they pay shit from what I've heard.
I really doubt that, but pic related if true
I have two stories my grandma shared with me about life in Japanese-occupied Hong Kong.
>Grandma is in high school, just taking a test one afternoon
>Finishes test, hands it in, goes down to the street to buy bread
>Wild Japanese aircraft appears!
>Aircraft uses bomb, it's super effective!
>School building gets blown up just as grandma gets down to the streets
>Rubble lands around her
>Sees her teacher's thigh (shoe included) sticking out of the rubble
>Living in occupied Hong Kong
>Schools out (see above)
>Decides to sell bread to British POWs for money
>Day one, Brit POWs look extremely famished, agree to buy bread without haggling
>Grandma hands the bread through the fence, Brits take it and run without paying
>Day two, grandma asks the Brits to show her the money before she hands them the bread
>Grandma takes the money and runs
>Day three, POWs aren't there
>Apparently they got killed
And such was life under the Japanese occupation
>are you that guy who fucked a cat?
Holy shit I forgot about that guy. Anybody have the cap?
Dad was an officer in South Vietnam. One day he was in the jungle with some of his guys when they saw a motherfuckin tiger. Ordered his men to shoot and they ate well that night.
After the war he spent over a decade in a commie prison camp and he understandably refuses to tell me anything about that.
My grandpa was in the navy, the night before they were going to Vietnam he got drunk and got in a fight and got kicked which is the same reason he was kicked outta school not a solider but a raging alcoholic
Because back then there wasn't someone to bitch to. Mental healthcare was complete shit, and some of it's garbage is still spewed back into the world.
Those "pussy feelings" were still felt by the people back then. The difference was they drank themselves into a coma when they couldn't handle it, and that isn't a good way to live.
People have survived crashes at over 100kmh, people have survived falls from terminal velocity.
No one has survived belly landing in a ball turret.
Know what I'm saying? almost no odds is better than no odds.
>commanding officer turns out to be his room mate from college
>be my relative in world war one
>gets captured by germans
Care to explain this shit?
Well my great uncle was an Australian flying for the RAF, not an American. His twin brother (my grandfather) was an instructor pilot in the RAAF, and my other grandfather fought the Japanese in New Guinea.
>boy I'm sure war reporters with their very advanced mobile color cams could be right in the action. libturd detected
There was no TV in during WWII, fuckwit, sure technology existed, but it was bit like internet in late 70's or early 80's.
Only source was official army propaganda, pretty much nothing that wasn't officially approved came trough.
They managed to control information flow pretty well during Korean war, but first time freedom speech had anything to do with news from the "front lines" was Vietnam. US military couldn't handle it. As much as you always blame press or politicians, it just as much failure of military leadership that lost the war.
US military learned from their mistakes in information control by the time Gulf War happened. There HQ and highest leadership held press conference that lasted entire war. Schwarzkopf and co were more leading the press event than the war, there were plenty of slightly more junior generals and horde of colonels to lead the actual war.
In 2003 Iraq War they went to completely opposite direction on information warfare, instead of just feeding the press, they overflowed it with details, so enemy and public at home have too many small scale reports to actually being able to follow the big picture.
Australia was afraid of being swamped by non europeans [spoiler]which has happened[/spoiler]
Gramps severed in the navy was there when pearl harbor went to shit and fought in midway. Well get got Alzheimer's which made him more open and friendly to talk to. My mom took advantage to ask about family history and when the subject came up she asked about the jar of eyes she remembered him having. So she asks "dad where did you get those jar of eyes?" He replies " from a dead jap!" Thinking he's beinging a smartass she asks again " no dad i mean how did you get then?" Gramps the says "with a bayonet"
Tl;dr my gramps liberated a pair of eyes from a dead jap with a bayonet
This may or may not a picture of a crushed ball turret.
Next you'll tell us aborigines are native to australia, and were an advanced civilisation.
It doesn't matter now, the situation is what it is, and back then we were extremely afraid of asians overrunning the still developing country.
Post soviet here. Grandfather was a weathered infantryman during WW2. Had ton's of decals and an order of red star
>Be end of the war
>Be my grandfather inawoods somewhere in the eastern Yurop.
>Slow advance/attack or smth like that
>Suddenly a youngster german soldier shows up from the bushes ahead
>Make eye contact for about a minute
>The german looks smwhere around 18-19y.o.
>Don't wana shoot that lad
>He doesn't want to shoot either
>He points barrel to the ground
>Do the same
>Hear rustling in the bushes on 6 o'clock
>It's the fucking comissar/officer (not sure about this part)
>German kid starts to raise his gun
>Be faster, shoot him first.
Grandfather told us that he searched the body and found a photo of the guys mom (signed "German words, mother" or something like that don't really remeber now). And some other letters, which implied that the guy was the only child and his father died in WW1. >don'twantthatfeel.jpg
Also tfw my granfather was almost charged with treason for not wanting to shoot a kid.
Because our troops and war production weren't exactly under our control, and most of it was sent to defend Britain
My grandfathers and their brothers all fought in Winter war and the "Continuation war" but I didn't ever hear any war storiest about them, except one.
>be grand uncle
>retreating from Russians in 1944
>zerks are getting closer
>takes mg and tells younger boys to go
My grandfather was in Tobruk. I have a photo of him, apologies for the quality, I don't have a scanner. He's the one with the cigarette in his mouth.
My grandfather poured agent orange on gooks in the late 60's.
>and how he has skin rashes on his feet and neck and arms
He doesn't give a fuck though. He just goes with it.
Most fucked up thing I ever heard from him personally is that sometimes guys would kick VC prisoners off the helicopters while up in the air. I don't know if he was bullshitting with me or what, but that's what he said.
Well here goes
>be my grandpa, 1940s
>be army medic
>be inna Bataan
>Uncle Sam stops supporting our men in the area
>numbers begin to dwindle
>eventually have no ammo
>The Filipinos began to hide left behind soldiers and POWs from the invading japs
>grandpappy would treat the injured or sick whenever possible
>the family that hid him provided him with fresh food and water, treated him like he was one their own
I still have a picture of that family put up somewhere. I'm at work, so I might post it as a response to this later if yall want. I also have a picture of him with a fuckin monkey, although it's gonna be harder to see once I take a pic with my potato phone.
>dad's the only one whom I know served in the army during ''wartime''
>Royal Dutch Army, NATO vs Serbia (SFOR)
>Was stationed somewhere near Sarajevo
>Was assigned to staff
>HQ was old hotel
>Get sometimes fired upon by mortars
>Had to drive through Serb territory to give letters to other staff
All I know,
>Grandpa was in Africa
>His unit shot down a british bomber
>"take them to the POW camp
>Camp is 12 hours drive away - one way
>drive with them out into the desert for an hour
>BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM goes the Walther P38
>No questions were asked
>behind Japanese lines
>teaching guerrillas to use Japanese weapons
>Japanese patrol near by
>Filipino scout came back to report
>He, three other Americans and ten Filipinos head out to intercept
>Follow patrol in the terrain quietly for half a mile
>fifteen or so Japanese soldiers
>Officer has a sword
>Rest have rifles
>CO gives the order
>Grandpa slaps one of the Filipino's on the back and says "Lets see what you can do."
>Ten screaming flips burst out of the jungle and slaughter fifteen surprised nips
>Officer draws sword
>tries to use it
>flip stick fighter beats his ass down
>breaks his skull in
>they liberate the dead japs of their gear
>go back to where they had set up before
>Americans are a bit odd in that respect
>Compares World War 2 (aka, WE HAVE TO STOP THIS SHIT YESTERDAY!) to Vietnam (Aka Fukin' commies blah blah I'm moving to Canada bitch.)
Also media coverage, but seriously WW2 was shitloads more justified, and we were bombing the shit out of a direct enemy and not conducting a bullshit proxy war with the USSR.
>German flamethrower operator.
On his deathbed, he confessed to me the screams, smells and sights of burning allied soldiers(And a few italian civillians) haunted him his entire life, And how he could never stand pork after his first time using the weapons.
Anyway. He had a tank destruction badge in gold I was curious about, given his specialty. turns out he got cut off from his unit and ambushed a column of five m4 sherman variants, and used the flamethrower, while running past them, to arc the flames up onto their engine decks, burning out all three and then killing their crews with a p.08 and a souvenir m1911a1.
Five. blah. it's too early and I haven't had my coffee yet. I still have one of his tunics with the badge on it, I'll have to dig it out and get a picture sometime, since I don't know what like half of the shit on it is.
It's sort of a family tradition I'll never get to take part in. his father had a original m1911 he took from a Marine at Bellau wood, I'm not entirely sure where Opa got his. but I think it was after the allies passed rome. It's still around in some of his old things.
Bunch of damn kids against people who gave no fucks.
My grandpa was 24 when he went in, so he was pretty old. His brothers were 22, 19, and 18. The 18 year-old was a stoner and ran around the country for a while avoiding the cops and the draft. The other two went off to Vietnam.
All three came back different men. The mean sumbitch before the war became a preacher after, my grandfather was the nicest sumbitch before the war and he became a mean sumbitch for many many years, and the third just fucked off to Florida to a Swamp Cabin.
To this day grandpa won't each Chinese food because of the things he saw over there. People eating rats, people bathing in shit, just fucking nasty he told me. His exact words: those sumbitches were worse than the dirtiest nigger in niggertown
Oh, and assholes stole shit all the time. Found a shotgun somewhere? You better secure that shit because someone will steal it. He was in a Jeep on base camp one time, went into a building with another guy for five minutes, came back out, and someone had ripped the goddamn pump from the Jeep. Cut the lock and everything.
>Be ex girlfriends grandfather
>France 1944 Spring
>Softening up German rail
>Lining up on second train that day
>car walls comes down
>Thunderbolt takes a round directly in the engine
>pulls up and away
>gets hit with MG
>one round goes through neck just above collar bone
>just short of an artery
>decides to ditch after tail gets chewed up with more AA
>Crashes in a field a couple miles away
>Slips out with pistol and runs off to treeline
>No idea where he's heading
>comes upon a farm
>stops long enough to tear part of the curtains down, wash them and put them through the bullet hole in his neck
>keeps walking through the night
>gets ambushed by French resistance
>they see he's American
>He was a Mormon missionary to Quebec
>Speaks fluent French
>They take him and heal him up
>spends two weeks with them resting up
>spends another month fighting the Germans
>couple weeks later he's still fighting with the resistance
>Americans come to the area they're operating in
>See thirty resistance fighters and one American pilot in his Jacket with a MP-40 and goggles
>Offer to take him back to the allied lines
>He says his goodbyes to the French
>Goes back to his own soldiers
>Flies for another four months
>After his time is up he goes back to France
>finds the girl he'd been courting
>they move to Utah
>establish a family
>1981 my ex girlfriend is born
He was one of the best men I'd ever known.
I got a civil war story. Been passed down through the family, there used to be a diary but it was lost in a fire in the 1980's. One story as it was told to me by my uncle.
>volunteer for a North Carolina regiment
>late in the war, early '65 I think, maybe late '64
>writes in his diary about how badly the war is going
>a boy tried to desert during a battle
>grandsomething sees him
>shoots him in the leg
>marks down in the diary "left him to bleed out with his fellow Yankees"
He also allegedly had a page in the book that listed people he'd kill if he ever saw them, and General Sherman was on that list along with Judah Benjamin.
The family had a revolver that was recovered from some dead Union officer, but great-grandpa lost it during WW2. He had smuggled it over there and dropped it somewhere during the Battle of the Bulge. We still have a knife, though. It'll be passed to me when grandpa dies.
I got a funny story about that also
>Great Grandfather gets off the boat in New York
>They tell him and his brother to sign up for the Union
>stable pay and they're going south to fight for their country
>Great Grandfather says he's Mormon
>Recruiter walks on and says "Fucking Irish Mormons."
this is a story from my granddad, may god rest his talented soul
>people who got conscripted from my country were often sent to urals with mongols and georgians and ukranians and romanians and such
>lots of friends all around eastern yourop for my dad and granddad thanks to that
>we would travel around europe and dad would often run into his old army buddies and they'd shittalk the russians
>be my grandad be inna army
>some time after ww2
>be servicing trucks
>some poor lad from one orner of that big soviet fuckup empire manages to read U.S.A from the car frame
>asks what it means
>commissar walks past yells and says "ublivayet sukasõn Adolfa" and continues his trip
Actually, a bit of background -
The crash of the mark during the Weimar Republic is oft oversimplified, either to the effect of '[Western-backed] corrupt bankers did it!' - as in the image here - or '[THE JOOS and] everyone leaving our economy did it!'
The mark actually fell before the economic exodus, and it was (as with the former) the fault of the german banking system. Part of this was due (through the lens of William L. Shirer, so least) to Paris' actions under the PM Raymond Poincaré. On January 11th 1923, after Germany had once again failed to make their reparation payments (for reasons from political maneuvering after the failure of the German request for a moratorium of 2 1/2 years, they got one of 2 years in its stead and couldn't - or didn't - make up the amount), France sent troops over the Rhine and seized the Ruhr to essentially 'take what was theirs.' Berlin called for a passive resistance, fomenting strikes by the workers in the region and having the factories and furnaces shut down.
Simultaneously, the French backed a separatist movement for a 'Rhineland Republic,' which would have taken away the majority of then-Germany's industrial capabilities, which would have effectively (via both coal and steel production therein) taken away its ability to exist as a country. Knowing this (in what itself is oversimplification of the events that lead to it) Berlin crashed the mark - to 4 million to a dollar and, later, 25 billions, making it completely useless as a trade currency and serving to despoil French intentions of netting further the reparations that had lead to their aggression in Ruhr - as termed by both the United States and Britain - in the first place.
Drastic, yes, but with the loss of 73 percent of their national coal production and 83 percent of their iron and steel production via Ruhr Germany was in a desperate position.
Likewise, the French banking system pre-war wasn't a very 'polite' place either.
>send entire families off to gulag
>torture, rape, executions
>being psychopathic cunts nobody liked
They were busy people, unlike germans and americans not held back by paperwork since the soviet union liked to kill people but didn't care about the tally.
>Petrovka Ukraine 1948
>Walking down the street
>What are you doing?
>Going to work Comrade Commissar
>What are you doing?
>Going to work Comrade Commissar
>Get to work
>What are you doing?
>Working Comrade Commissar
>Get off work
>What are you doing?
>Going home Comrade Commissar
>No time to go home, must work
>Wife comes to see why I have not come home in two weeks
>Must keep working
>Wife wants child
>Must keep working
>Decide I can manufacture baby while I manufacture tractor
>Pump wife while assembling parts
>What are you doing?
>Manufacturing Tractors Comrade Commissar
>Why are you having sex with your wife?
>Manufacturing Tractor Operators Comrade Commissar
>Glory to Comrade Stalin
>Petrovka Ukraine 1948
>Walking down the street
>What are you doing?
>Going to Vodka Comrade Commissar
>What are you doing?
>Going to Vodka Comrade Commissar
>Get to Vodka
>What are you doing?
>Vodka Comrade Commissar
>Get off Vodka
>What are you doing?
>Going home Comrade Commissar
>No time to go home, must Vodka
>Wife comes to see why I have not come home in two weeks
>Must keep Vodka
>Wife wants child
>Must keep Vodka
>Decide I can Vodka baby while I Vodka bottle
>Pump wife while drinking from bottle
>What are you doing?
>Drinking from bottle Comrade Commissar
>Why are you having sex with your wife?
>Making more Vodka drinkers Comrade Commissar
>Glory to Comrade Khrushchev
...In that the Third Republic, then as ever in its constant rotation of governments, didn't have particularly well-spoken banks either. It was, as ever, in a constant rotation of governments - six governments in fourteen months during 1925-26, for example, the only stable period being the still short-lived regime of Herriot, who followed Poincaré. Also worth noting that the rotation of the aforementioned 6 governments came right after Herriot's being pushed out of office by the financier's push at the Senate...
Well. Backing up a bit, Herriot's regime was not backed by the then press-owning institution of both financiers and the Third Republic's wealthier class. France, at the time, was in a situation where they greatly needed the reparation payments, as those that possessed the wealth constantly opposed any form of raising of the nation's taxes - a task which was greatly hampering the post-war reconstruction of areas greatly effected by the war (the majority of the first world war fought in french territory, mind you, with quite a lot destroyed thereby). Because of this, they likewise refused to back anyone that would threaten their ability to invest abroad, calling it 'rank socialism' to curtail such - while simultaneously draining France's economy in a way similar to that implied of Germany's wealthy caste in the Weimar affair. The ministry of the Treasury played nice, but tl;dr it eventually neared bankruptcy. Herriot came to power, the Bank of France subsequently blackmailed the regime with offers of loans above the legal limit to the Treasury to quelle this (using 24-hour lending to hide said advances) so long as the government overlooked evasions of income tax and coming down on the aforementioned exports.
The 1920s were a fairly crazy time on mainland Europe economically, and that's only speaking of France - as your grandfather saw, this was still true in the 1930s and in very many ways still true today.
My great grandpa was a was a navigator for a bomber (never was told which one) and he was in missions over Africa. He ended up getting shot down over the ocean and found some how found his way to a allied base. I'm not sure if that actually happened because he died when i was really young.
Nah, too tight
I have all of my documents regarding the case at home, but the thread is ded so maybe next time.
Consensual, I always asked them beforehand and never got forceful or violent. (I guess that was my justification that I wasn't doing anything wrong.)
Most days I wish
>My dad witnessed what was technically a black op (sf guys he was stationed in Africa with got sick of hearing locals being cut up with machetes at night), so the got some suppressed smgs and handed their berets and dog tags off to some grunts.
U wot m8? Who was cutting up the locals?
>I also think its more the racism that the US had in the 40's verse the 60's and 70's
Well, the 70s were less racist, but in the early, pre-civil rights 60s shit was the same. The difference was that WWII collectively gave Blacks a pair of gonads big enough to take on Jim Crow.
>It's still around in some of his old things.
Anon you had better make sure it stays safe. Your Opa may have been a Kraut fuck, but as your story shows he clearly wasn't some heartless monster.
We can't let these things be forgotten.