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| Jackson |
Hey all.
Im by no means a fan of killing and war, but i remember ever since i was a little kid i used to love hearing my grandads storys from WW2. Anyone want to share some?
I remember him telling me the day his airfield was attacked by the luftwaffe. Him and his buddy were out on the taxiway fixing a tiger moth by-plane trainer aircraft (he was a mechanic). He heard this droneing noise and saw a flight of bf-110 fighter bombers. He ran as fast as he could to the far end of the field so he'd be away from the hangars they were bombing. A bomb blast went off behind him and threw him over a 5 ft high fence.
Everyone thought he was dead because they hadnt seen him in 2 hours... but he had to walk all the way bnack round the perimeter of the base back to the entrance! hehe.
Also my Great grandad was in the Boer War. He was caught in a huge artillery barrage in no-mans land so he had to hide in a ditch. There was a boer in the ditch with him. They kinda made a truce not to kill each other and when the barrage stopped they just walked there separate ways... i like that story.
During the Boer war my great grandad was in charge of General Shultz (leader of the boers) once he was captured, he had to stay with him in his cell to make sure he didnt try to commit suicide.
I have some more storys when people reply.
Jackson |
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| DJ Mikey Mike |
| quote: | Originally posted by Jackson
I have some more storys when people reply.
Jackson |
Post them anyway they were a good read ;) I don't really have anything to contribute; my Grandad used to avoid any questions about the war. It's something he doesn't like to talk about and I respect that. He did have a pet monkey though throughout the war which I obviously found cool, being like 8 at the time of this story being told. :toothless |
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| TweeK |
Damit Jackson you left me at gangster wars:whip:
Ohh well im much better and have some of the top equipment.Muahahahhaha:disbelief |
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| DJ Rat 187 |
| well let's see my grandmother was in Stalingrad when they bombed it to the ground. Saw pretty much all of her cousins die, had a german in an airplane mess around with her and her sister and threw a bomb near them in the field and then he laughed his ass off and the shock wave threw into the mudd a few meters away but the shraps didnt hit them they were lucky. Her and her father hid under piles and piles of dead bodies on the train so that the plane machinegunning the train carts wouldnt see them. Lots of other stuff, escaping through the mountains near Siberia, getting across a river people getting swept away everywhere while getting machinegunned by the planes. Starving for weeks and months, eating tree bark etc. lots of other crazy stories about other people but no time to write them now. |
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| Jackson |
Ok.
My grandad worked at RAF Hullavingdon near bristol. It was part of the commonwealth air training school. My grandad was just and engineer but his other duties included "Hedge hopping" which is where a my grandad would sit in the back of a westland lysander whilst the pilot flew low level over the hedges so my grandad could check for approaching enemy forces (not that there ever was any). The pilot in the Lysander would usually let my grandad fly the plane and would teach him everything about flying too.
He took the flying test just to see what score he'd get.
Anyway, one evening a group of pilots were up practicing, the last one was coming into land (he was a canadian captain) and he crashed it and the plane caught alight. My grandad ran from the hangars and dragged him from the plane before it blew up. He was confined to the barracks and got shouted at by the CO because if there is a crash you have to leave it to the emergency services to deal with, my grandad argued that the canadian was screaming and shouting as his legs were being burnt. But they wouldnt listen.
A few days later he was called into the co's office... the co said "How did you do it?"...my grandad thought he was on about saving the canadians live. The co called him in be4cause he scored 86% on the test he took... 10% more than any of the pilot trainees who had been given 2 months training whereas my grandad had next to none. He was ordered by the commander to report to immediate frontline duty, but he said stuff it because of the amount of trouble he got into for saving a guys life!
Another night on the base they heard a loud rumbbling then a crash...It was the avro lancaster bomber prototype, it was on a test flight and it overshot the runway and went across a country lane and got stuck in a orchard. The MOD had to close of the area and dismantle the Lancaster piece by piece and ship it back to base as it was completely Top Secret.
It turns out my Best mates grandad was the onboard engineer during that flight, small world hehe. |
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| TweeK |
WOW Stalingrad must have been horriable.:nervous: :nervous:
I can only imgagine :( |
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| Floorfiller |
you never hear the realities of war and i think that causes people to get a romantic view of it. so here are some real stories about what is going on in iraq right now...these are taken from my uncles brother so they are all real...
when he was over there, they got really sick...they don't get proper medication for things that could very easily be avoided. as a result entire units have horrible diareaha. they have it so bad that they can't even get there pants down quick enough so they just go bottomless.
another story involves people coming back after being over in combat. there was this guy who tried to take home a head that he had decapitated from a dead enemy. He got on the plane with it in his duffle bag and was planning on giving it to his wife or something. instead he went to jail. |
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| Seventil |
| quote: | Originally posted by Floorfiller
you never hear the realities of war and i think that causes people to get a romantic view of it. so here are some real stories about what is going on in iraq right now...these are taken from my uncles brother so they are all real...
when he was over there, they got really sick...they don't get proper medication for things that could very easily be avoided. as a result entire units have horrible diareaha. they have it so bad that they can't even get there pants down quick enough so they just go bottomless.
another story involves people coming back after being over in combat. there was this guy who tried to take home a head that he had decapitated from a dead enemy. He got on the plane with it in his duffle bag and was planning on giving it to his wife or something. instead he went to jail. |
Bah. Those were the worst stories I've ever heard, satirical or not.
I'd tell some of mine but they're all still classified. Just picture Blackhawk Down but with a bunch of computer geeks that haven't fired a gun since basic training. |
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| Boomer187 |
My step dad did recon in vietnam. He told me tons of stories of them in firefights, being out in the middle of fighting for over a week straight.
He said most of the heads of the people stayed in tact, which I found wierd. One time they threw a bouncing betty at a few vietnamese and when they swept through there they found two of them sitting behind a tree without their legs, smoking opium.
crazy stuff.
oh, and he owned a monkey that woudl throw poop at people while he was there. |
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| PhloTron |
Pops was on a CG Cutter in Nam...they used to get into fire fights and sink ammo trollers running the coast and make sure river entries were secure so supplies could move in and out. They had a 5" gun...so nothing like a big boat, but I guess when you hit the ammo dump on the troller it would light up the rainy night sky.
There are some documentary reports and video on his tour....a good read...and interesting how certain people recall certain things to make it sound better. Pops is kinda "that's the way it was" while the skippers report is all glorious and mighty.
Now his ship is part of a reef diving park in the Carribean. It was sunk to sit upright on a shoal, but they miscalculated a bit and it went bow first down the shoal and is upsidwon....oh well. |
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| Zewad |
my grandfather and his flight crew
he was the pilot and did missions in WW II,... was over seas when my dad was born,... retired a Lt. Col,... |
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| Jackson |
My step brothers dad was inn the comms room in HMS Hood. 2-3 days before it sunk he was transferred to another ship because they were a man short in the comms room! Lucky sod! For those of you who dont know HMS Hood was sunk by the Bismark, only 3 people survived because of how fast the boat went down.
My uncle was a soldier in Northern Ireland in the 80s. He didnt like it there at all. One day on street partol he was bricked (try not to laugh) by some little kids. He was blind in one eye for the rest of his life.
My grandad on my mums side was a Desert Rat infantryman in ther 8th Army. He fought in North Africa and Italy. I think he was at Monte Casino. Im really not sure because he died before i was born. |
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