In honor of Veterans Day

arneson

arneson

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Whats an awesome, sad, courageous, memorable, honorable, story that you have heard from a Veteran?
My grandpa jim was out on pelelui island and was on a night patrol and noticed the something shiny in the bushes.. it was a belt buckle, a enemy taking a leak. they threw a couple grenades and took control of a munitions dump on the island. 20 dead. he won a bronze star for that. and his 92nd birthday was last wednesday.
 
dad told me about a guy he knew who was in an armored truck in nam. grenade came over the sides and into the truck with about 6 people. Guy jumped on it, and took his own life to save the life of his comrades.
 
my grandpa and his brother went to war together. his brother was a pilot and got shot down and was never found. there is now a street named after him. Carter cres. which is my last name. and my grandpa was on the line and died 5 yers ago
 
My Grandfather wanted to be a pilot but his nose (which he broke as a kid and never got fixed) wouldn't fit into the pilot mask.

He worked as one of the flag guys on a carrier instead.

My other Grandpa and my Great Uncle were both Naval Officers on the same Destroyer during the Korean War.

 
my great-grandfather was killed in the last week of WWI. French, fought through the whole thing only to die at the end. unfortunate.
 
My mothers father, RIP, was a first lieutenant in the medical core along with Pattons army...he lived through battle of the buldge, receiving a silver star and a purple heart.
 
a good friend of mine was a navy seal and had a crazy experience in Afghanistan. his name was marcus luttrell. in fact, he wrote a whole book about it called lone survivor. basically, his team of seals got ambushed in afghanistan due to the ROE's and everyone died but him.

lone+survivor.jpg
 
my grandfather actually was a 2 star general, and fought in world war 2 and had multiple purple hearts, but he refused to ever talk about it. died before i was born though
 
great grandfather on my dad's side fought in both world wars. didn't ask him about it before he died, and i can't imagine he'd want to talk about it anyways because he never really brought it up when we hung out.

 
i seriously do. i have a few letters from him and some pictures.. he's a great guy. his other stories are amazing as well.
 
Both my grandfathers were in the Korean Conflict.

Mom's Dad was a kitchen chef because he messed up his back during a night training jump out of a plane. Didn't really get a lot of combat stories as he never really fought. He died last January. RIP

Dad's Dad. Was on carriers in Korea. Traveled to many Pacific islands. Flew from Hawai'i to Japan in the bottom gun turret of a B-25, I can only imagine how awesome that was. One night he was on deck, slipped and fell off the side of the carrier, if it were not for the netting on the side of the boat, he would be in Davy Jones' locker.
 
My dad was a sonar technician/operator on a sub, he's been through a couple of standoffs with the ruskies. My brother was in Afghanistan, was walking up to a house to talk with some village elders, when all of a sudden mortars started to come down all around him. He showed me pics of his base, and I noticed there was an AA gun at one corner, I'm like, "wait but the Taliban don't have planes or helicopters". He's says, "We use it on people". He also described painting a target with laser, then watching F-16s drop some nice JDAM on an enemy encampment.
 
^^AA guns literally shred people to pieces.
My grandfather was a bomber pilot over Europe in World War 2. He watched bunch of his friends die. He was one of the first on the scene to see a concentration camp liberated. He HATED Gen. Patton, cause he wouldn't stop moving his forces forward while operation cobra was going on, so he had to have his bombers drop bombs on our own men. He was the coolest grandpa ever.
 
My dad was in the Navy between 1961 and 1963 and was in Vietnam for almost 2 years with the Aussies, Marine Force Recon, SEALs (known as the Underwater Demo Team back then), and South Koreans on shore.

His dad was essentially a spy for the FBI during WWI and WWII (too young for WWI, too old for WWII) because he worked in a machinist shop making parts for American aircraft and they had him make sure no one was intentionally sabotaging anything.

On my mom's side her dad had three brothers. One died on Guadalcanal, another on Iwo Jima, and the third on Okinawa. her dad served at all three and survived. He hated himself for it for a long time.
 
My grandpa was a merchant marine in WWII. He joined when he was 16. One story he told my mom was heartbreaking. He was off a coast on a smaller boat and was playing cards with a group of friends. He got off and the second he got to shore, a bomb blew up the boat with his friends in it.

He also had a funny story. On the ship him and some friends dismantled a washing machine and put it back together in a hiding spot for only their use lol. The higher ups never found it.
 
My dad was one in Vietnam after he got out of the Navy. Went to King's Point and everything. He said he some nastier stuff AFTER getting out of the Navy. Having to shoot kids because they were shooting at them and stuff like that.
 
vets are just the guys who have come and gone and already done there thing. be sure to thank the active duty folk too.
 
My grandpa was in WW2, got lost on an island for a month. He's had a ton of different cancers from it. Doesn't like talking about it either. I called him and said whats up happy vets day and all, he seemed to appreciate it.
 
my grandfather fought in the British 11th Armoured Division in Normandy.
The 11th was the division that liberated Bergen Belsen. Needless to say, he never talked about what he saw there, although he did tell me a story about when his tank was impacted by a nearby shell, he broke almost all the bones in his right hand, good thing he was a lefty.
 
yea I suppose his efforts did help in some way to gaining that peace for the rest of his comrades, but still...to make it all the way the end and not be able to see it through...
 
Man, I found a pdf of that book and read the entire thing in less than two days. That's insane you know him... Like surreal... I'd love to meet him.. Hard to believe all of that was true though, guys been through a lot.
 
i believe my great grandfather/ autta from my moms side died in the war. i'm half slovenian, he was a farmer and was forced to fight and help the germans but he probably was k.ia.

my nonno, was too young for the war but during ww2 he was a member of the black shirts in italy at a young age.
 
My grandad was a radio operator in the RAF in WW2 and

My great grandad was something like marine in the first world war, and was a POW for a couple of years in the Black Forest, Germany. He tried to sign up again in the second world war, but was injured or too old (cant remember). He eventually managed to become a fireman instead.
 
my neighbor was a belly gunner on a bomer durring wwII. as you know, those guys almost all died because they had no protection (a glass globe surrounding them), was shot up pretty bad. the glass broke and tons of glass schrapnel went into his back. he managed to keep shooting and eventually crawled back up into the plane. his back is one solid scar.
 
My grandfather was in the 10th Mountain Division(WWII). he learned how to ski during training. he was in command of a couple of mortars and during a battle he was shot in the leg and said"fuck this," took his tommy gun and unloaded a good 3 clips onto the enemy below. he is still alive to talk about it today.

My other grandpa has in the same division and remembers when they were hiding out in an abandoned house. they saw the germans coming but they were drunk screaming things in german. being it the middle winter they didnt go outside but picked the germans off one by one
 
the head of school for my school was drafted to go to vietnam, and when he was over there, he got picked to join the CIA. He doesn't talk about the CIA years, but he talks about everything else.
 
My grandfather fought the nazi's on christmas eve. They set up a loud speaker and announced that they were going to come in the night and slit everyone's throat just like George Washington did at trenchtown to their ancestors. They did not succeed.
 
its armistice day!

on november 11 at 11 am the guns were silenced. WWII was over (we all knew asia couldn't bring it)

Thank you veterans for shaping the world I live in.

Granpa Miterko and Uncle Richy thank you for putting you efforts in to create the greatest country in the world.

We salute you.
 
dude no shit man, I know the same guy because of the guy from long island, he signed the papers with my father to join the navy... my dad left the navy and this guy became a medic and died on tour, sad shit and a hero. everyone who served deserves the seat to god
 
Grandfather was a medic in WW2. Slightly off topic but he was also one of the head members of the FBI team that pushed the mob out of Las Vegas. If you've seen the movie Casino he's basically the FBI from that film. /Claim
 
history == everything.

Love learning about greeks and Romans

I fully support the fact that if the Greeks lost the Punic wars democracy and western culture would be lost altogether.

Just something to think about.
 
my great grandfather ("Canadian") was honorably discharged from the infantry during WWI. My grandfather was born in the 30's the 4th of ten.
 
Read about the 1st world war-and the first day of the battle of the Somme. Some sobering shit right there-all kids of new schooler age in that 20,000 that died that FIRST day of that ONE battle that went on for ages-mind blowing.
 
My great grandfather was on the USS Indianapolis, the ship that helped transport the atomic bomb to end the war. Not really courageous or anything but the ship got torpedoed on the way back and everybody got ate by sharks. The fucked up thing about it is the government tried to cover it up as if it never happened.
 
My Grandfather was a B24 bomber pilot in Northern Africa and Southern Italy/Sicily during WWII. During a bomb mission in Sicily, his plane was basically destroyed by enemy fighters, flak and artillery. There was barely a square foot of the plane without a hole in it, 3 of 4 engines were completely destroyed, with the fourth at about 50% power, the rudder was completely blown off, along with most of the instruments disabled. He was able to crash land the plane safely in enemy territory with no injuries to his crew, besides his bombardier who was killed by ground artillery early into the mission. After the plane was on the ground, my Grandfather and the 8 remaining crew members fought off a group of enemy soldiers with 4 Colt 45 pistols, and three operable 50 cal machine guns attached to the plane. During the firefight, my Grandpas co-pilot was also killed. The firefight lasted about an hour to hour 1/2 until support arrived.

The actions of my Grandfather earned him a Distinguished Flyers Cross (his second of the war, which is the highest honor a airman could earn at the time) along with a Silver Star for his ability to safely land the aircraft in its unbelievably damaged state, and being able to direct his crew to defend themselves and be rescued with only two casualties.

My Grandfather waited to tell me this story until I was sixteen, and asked me to never bring it up again, which I have honored and completely respect.

After he told me this story, I knew right then that he is my hero. A true hero of war, and a hero as a father and grandfather.

I feel like this story is strait out of a hollywood war movie, and knowing that the aged and frail grandfather I have known my whole life was capable of such an amazing act of courage amazes me every day.
 
I don't know it might have even been my great-great grandfather... I've just seen the papers hanging on the wall in before
 
Both my grandpas, and my great uncle were in the marines during the korean war. All 3 refuse to talk about their experiences, which just goes to show how awful war is
 
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