My mother was born in Warsaw in '42. Her parents smuggled her (and themselves) out in packing crates and a fruit basket. My father was born 2 weeks before his parents fled N. Ireland in 1938. Both kids grew up to have a fierce love of the US. My Polish grandfather died before the wall fell. He never spoke with his family after they got out. Thankfully the Irish side has stayed in touch. I finally got to visit little the village near Warsaw where my mother was born. None of my family survived. The fucking Nazis butchered them as "less than humans". That is what infuriates me about these little street rats calling people "fascist" and "Nazi"
The first soldier into battle on D-Day was my Mom's Uncle. He rallied his troops to follow him into what was surely a suicide mission by pleading the cause of those imprisoned in concentration camps. This was before we had any idea how bad they were.
He was wounded before landing from his parachute jump, and wounded many more times over the following weeks before being hit by artillery that was too severe to stay on the battlefield. He left the hospital before being released, and rejoined his battle group. For this he was punished by being kicked out of his beloved Pathfinders, and transferred to the Screaming Eagles, still with the 101st airborne. He fought with them throughout the battle of Bastogne.
You can imagine how I feel when anqueefa uses their "Nazi" accusation.
All the men in my family have proven ourselves impossible to kill. Uncle Frank had nothing exceptional except determination. Often people wish we had men like those who fought at Normandy. We do! Everyone here has determination like crazy, and the same Spirit. We're all made from the same "stuff." We just need to all go on the offensive at the same time, and know how to recognize each other so as to avoid friendly fire.
That is awesome! I love hearing old war stories from the real heroes! What unit in the 101st was your uncle?
My Polish grandfather was with the 101. D Co. 2/506th. He lost his legbag when his parachute opened, and landed with a bayonet. He used it to "relieve" a German soldier of his rifle. After all, he didn't need it any more...Took his almost a full day to reunite with his platoon. His knowledge of German came in handy and they fooled a couple of units by shouting false commands at them. Stayed with him company to the end (Including Market Garden and Bastogne), then came home and hung up his rifle for a while. The called him back up for Korea, where he did 2 years as a Platoon Sergeant until he lost his left hand to a grenade. Took up ranching and never left Montana after that.
His son did 3 years in Vietnam with the 101st. Just a grunt in the jungles and swamps.While he came home from that war physically, he never did mentally. I really began to understand PTSD as a kid. He was never violent, just...Lost. Jumped at fireworks and certain noises really got him going. Would break down at times. After I spent some time in uniform, what he had experienced really hit home. Sorry if I ever mocked you, Uncle Ed...Dumb kids do dumb kids stuff. I sure understand now.
Grandpa's only grandchild did 22 years in the Army. 88 to 10. Saw my share of sand and fighting. Lost good friends...Hell, lost a girl that, well, we were going to marry, but careers and all. Who knows. Might have even worked, but we each went our own ways. She got killed doing first aid when her convoy ran over some IED's. These little bastards out rioting have no idea what war, fighting or loss means. When some little shit calls me a "Nazi" or "Fascist" or some little keyboard commando on here calls me a "Communist" (I know you are seeing this, little needledick stalker) I get a bit pissed. Not triggered, pissed. A whole 'nother level of attitude. For just a bunch of backwood nobodies my family, both sides, has done their service. Every male member of my family has put the uniform on and did their job.
I have done my best to stay calm about everything going on. i have seen countries tear themselves apart due to infighting. But maybe it is time to let the dogs slip. I pray we can just bring it back under control if it happens.
Couldn't agree more, I work with and have spent much time in aid-relief projects around the world. America is bay FAR the greatest country on earth. Even in the European countries that people reference as better than America they don't have the amount of excess we have in the US. What many in the US consider basic amenities in other countries are considered luxuries.
People who were part of that history or at least studied it know the truth. I doubt half the street rats even know who was on the Axis in WW2. "Nazi" has just become the word of choice for these ignorant fools.
Agreed. They throw it around as an insult. The worst part about it is that they are the ones acting like the Nazis and fascists. Almost everything they do falls right in line with either a belief or action those groups did. THe current historical ignorance is almost terrifying, to be honest.
My mother was born in Warsaw in '42. Her parents smuggled her (and themselves) out in packing crates and a fruit basket. My father was born 2 weeks before his parents fled N. Ireland in 1938. Both kids grew up to have a fierce love of the US. My Polish grandfather died before the wall fell. He never spoke with his family after they got out. Thankfully the Irish side has stayed in touch. I finally got to visit little the village near Warsaw where my mother was born. None of my family survived. The fucking Nazis butchered them as "less than humans". That is what infuriates me about these little street rats calling people "fascist" and "Nazi"
Your story brought tears to my eyes. Every. Single. Word. God bless you, your family, and God Bless America.
Thank you. The really impressive family members are long gone. Some amazing stories there, let me tell you!
Great story!
The first soldier into battle on D-Day was my Mom's Uncle. He rallied his troops to follow him into what was surely a suicide mission by pleading the cause of those imprisoned in concentration camps. This was before we had any idea how bad they were.
He was wounded before landing from his parachute jump, and wounded many more times over the following weeks before being hit by artillery that was too severe to stay on the battlefield. He left the hospital before being released, and rejoined his battle group. For this he was punished by being kicked out of his beloved Pathfinders, and transferred to the Screaming Eagles, still with the 101st airborne. He fought with them throughout the battle of Bastogne.
You can imagine how I feel when anqueefa uses their "Nazi" accusation.
All the men in my family have proven ourselves impossible to kill. Uncle Frank had nothing exceptional except determination. Often people wish we had men like those who fought at Normandy. We do! Everyone here has determination like crazy, and the same Spirit. We're all made from the same "stuff." We just need to all go on the offensive at the same time, and know how to recognize each other so as to avoid friendly fire.
That is awesome! I love hearing old war stories from the real heroes! What unit in the 101st was your uncle?
My Polish grandfather was with the 101. D Co. 2/506th. He lost his legbag when his parachute opened, and landed with a bayonet. He used it to "relieve" a German soldier of his rifle. After all, he didn't need it any more...Took his almost a full day to reunite with his platoon. His knowledge of German came in handy and they fooled a couple of units by shouting false commands at them. Stayed with him company to the end (Including Market Garden and Bastogne), then came home and hung up his rifle for a while. The called him back up for Korea, where he did 2 years as a Platoon Sergeant until he lost his left hand to a grenade. Took up ranching and never left Montana after that.
His son did 3 years in Vietnam with the 101st. Just a grunt in the jungles and swamps.While he came home from that war physically, he never did mentally. I really began to understand PTSD as a kid. He was never violent, just...Lost. Jumped at fireworks and certain noises really got him going. Would break down at times. After I spent some time in uniform, what he had experienced really hit home. Sorry if I ever mocked you, Uncle Ed...Dumb kids do dumb kids stuff. I sure understand now.
Grandpa's only grandchild did 22 years in the Army. 88 to 10. Saw my share of sand and fighting. Lost good friends...Hell, lost a girl that, well, we were going to marry, but careers and all. Who knows. Might have even worked, but we each went our own ways. She got killed doing first aid when her convoy ran over some IED's. These little bastards out rioting have no idea what war, fighting or loss means. When some little shit calls me a "Nazi" or "Fascist" or some little keyboard commando on here calls me a "Communist" (I know you are seeing this, little needledick stalker) I get a bit pissed. Not triggered, pissed. A whole 'nother level of attitude. For just a bunch of backwood nobodies my family, both sides, has done their service. Every male member of my family has put the uniform on and did their job.
I have done my best to stay calm about everything going on. i have seen countries tear themselves apart due to infighting. But maybe it is time to let the dogs slip. I pray we can just bring it back under control if it happens.
Thank you for sharing your history. It matters.
You are most welcome! Feel free to chime in, the stories are always great to hear.
Even the worst off in our society are pampered compared to what previous generations had to go through during the war. People take a lot of granted.
Couldn't agree more, I work with and have spent much time in aid-relief projects around the world. America is bay FAR the greatest country on earth. Even in the European countries that people reference as better than America they don't have the amount of excess we have in the US. What many in the US consider basic amenities in other countries are considered luxuries.
Yep. Some scary ass stories from the Depression and war years. Especially in Europe. Sawdust bread, roof rabbits....
People who were part of that history or at least studied it know the truth. I doubt half the street rats even know who was on the Axis in WW2. "Nazi" has just become the word of choice for these ignorant fools.
Agreed. They throw it around as an insult. The worst part about it is that they are the ones acting like the Nazis and fascists. Almost everything they do falls right in line with either a belief or action those groups did. THe current historical ignorance is almost terrifying, to be honest.