I have about 250 years family service dedicated to the Royal Navy.

My great, great grandfather died when he was blown off the rigging of a ship, back when they still used sails.
My great grandfather was blown up on HMS India in ww1 around Norway.
He left his wife and two sons, but my great grandmother couldn't afford to keep my grandfather and his little brother so my grandfather went off to navy school at the age of 8.
My grandfather spent about 40 years or so in the navy, he was in the war from the start to the finish. He was on the V&W class long range escort destroyers in the North Atlantic convoys and the Arctic/Russian convoys. Sometimes the ships had no air cover and the Germans would come along and strafe the entire ship. He said he would crawl around the bulwark or whatever it was to try and avoid being hit. As the plane was turning he would crawl around it so it wouldn't spot him.
The Arctic convoys were so cold at times that the guys had to chip the ice off because all the spray would immediately freeze to the superstructure and the ship was in danger of overturning.
He was sunk 3 times, at one time he got sunk on one ship and when he was rescued he was sunk again oOo: . He spent 21 days adrift in what could basically be described as a rowing boat, he survived by eating flying fish. He was also captured by the Spanish but managed to escape/evade them by living rough in the hills and he eventually made his way to Gibralter.
When his brother walked into a pub after the war had ended someone had to point out that it was my grandpa sitting on the other side of the room, the war had f*d him up so bad his brother didn't even recognise him.









I wish I could have met him.

my grandpa served in the pacific with the signal corp...he has a jap rifle that he sent home......anyways just to show how much these guys trained last year my dad bought a pair of field phones and we took them to my grandpa to see what he remembered and even though i was over 60 years later he still remembered the model number and even some of the workings of the phones

Had a great Uncle land at Normandy on D-Day, Had another great Uncle as the "driver" of the USS New Jersey, and a Grandfather who from the frontlines of Korea as a infantry soldier, became a Medic..........Had 2 other Uncles serve in Nam, and 1 last Uncle to serve in the last Gulf War. I come from a Military family. I have yet to serve myself.

i certainly hope your not insulting me

[quote:6a214]i certainly hope your not insulting me[/quote:6a214]

I certainly hope he is

Oh No! I certainly hope I'm not!

.....JIZZMOP!

You're insulting yourself.



BTW - I hope you got the secret message. I think you need to revise your grammar and spelling.

One of my Grandpas was is the army air force where he was a bomb loader. My other Grandpa was Military Police and he was at the Nerumberg trials in Germany where he met my Grandmother and they both went back to the U.S.

[quote="Fluffy_Bunny":430ba]I have about 250 years family service dedicated to the Royal Navy.

My great, great grandfather died when he was blown off the rigging of a ship, back when they still used sails.
My great grandfather was blown up on HMS India in ww1 around Norway.
He left his wife and two sons, but my great grandmother couldn't afford to keep my grandfather and his little brother so my grandfather went off to navy school at the age of 8.
My grandfather spent about 40 years or so in the navy, he was in the war from the start to the finish. He was on the V&W class long range escort destroyers in the North Atlantic convoys and the Arctic/Russian convoys. Sometimes the ships had no air cover and the Germans would come along and strafe the entire ship. He said he would crawl around the bulwark or whatever it was to try and avoid being hit. As the plane was turning he would crawl around it so it wouldn't spot him.
The Arctic convoys were so cold at times that the guys had to chip the ice off because all the spray would immediately freeze to the superstructure and the ship was in danger of overturning.
He was sunk 3 times, at one time he got sunk on one ship and when he was rescued he was sunk again oOo: . He spent 21 days adrift in what could basically be described as a rowing boat, he survived by eating flying fish. He was also captured by the Spanish but managed to escape/evade them by living rough in the hills and he eventually made his way to Gibralter.
When his brother walked into a pub after the war had ended someone had to point out that it was my grandpa sitting on the other side of the room, the war had f*d him up so bad his brother didn't even recognise him.

I wish I could have met him.[/quote:430ba]

Touching story, Bunny...

Two of my mum's Uncles were in the Australian militia and fought in new Guinea. One was shot crossing a creek by a a Japanese sniper. Other made it back.

My Grandpa from my dad's side was an MG42 gunner with the 3rd Fallschirmjager, he served in the eastern and western front. He got the Iron Cross 2nd class for taking out two allied armoured vehicles singlehandedly, he was captured two days later by advancing American troops.
My grandpa from my mother's side served with the Filipino militia as a tracker, I don't really know much about what he's done because my knowledge of Vasayas (central Filipino dialect) is somewhat limited.

my grandparents were farmers, they were given a german prisonor to help on the farm, after the war he didn't want to go back!

My Nana (Grandmother) is one of the kindest women I have ever met, through her life she has overcome some appalling things...

Regarding her Father...

A noble man, ready to fight for his country (Britain) in the Second World War, Shipped off to Africa, Fighting in Tobruk he was caught in the middle of a German counterattack, and took shelter in his trench... A German Tank ran clean over him, burying him under sand and debris... He survived, suffering from extreme claustrophobia and boughts of depression...

Upon returning home, he wished for nothing more than to see his Daughter again (His wife had passed away some years earlier), he found his sole daughter in the hands of the Government, and due to his 'condition' he was unable to take custody of her...

He passed away a few years later, a broken wreck...

----------------------------

My Fathers Uncle, was present during the Japanese bombing of Darwin (Up the north of Australia), shells were tearing through the town and coastline...

He found himself leaping into the water to escape the bombardment, and swimming out nearly 2 miles and, bobbing out there, watching the chaos from afar...

---------------------------

My Dad's Mother was an Army Nurse, serving in the Pacific... treating the most horrific of wounds...

Upon returning home, she thought it would be only right to take my father (and my uncle) to the Australian War Memorial in Canberra. Once arrived there, they found she was refused entry because she was wearing a dress, and 'a lady shouldn't be wearing a dress, revealing her legs'.

She tried to explain to the soldier out the front that she had spent 3 years in Jungle wearing a dress, and damned if she was going to stop now. Still, the guard would have no piece of it, and they went home.

My Opa was in the Royal Dutch Marines in World War 2.

Were you squeezing that cat's balls in your first sig? eek:

Maj. Winters needs to be banned from the forums, for being crazy oOo: .