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war stories - remembering - 11/11/2008 8:00:13 AM   
LadyEllen


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I hesitated about this thread - it has the danger of becoming a celebration of "dulce et decorum est...." 

Rather I wondered if it wouldnt be good to remember veterans and their deeds with some stories of their experiences? Good or bad, happened to you personally or a family member or friend etc, awful or funny.

I'll kick off with one about my maternal great granddad - a total nutjob on the one hand, but a very brave and patriotic man on the other. He joined the British Army as little more than a boy and fought in the Zulu War - then volunteered as (in those days) quite an old man and went to fight the Boers. In 1914, as a very old man, he kicked up one heck of a stink when he was told he couldnt go and fight the Germans!

He saw and did so much and it definintely affected him from what his son (my granddad) told me. My granddad was a total wild boy rebel of the early 20th century, and got hold of a revolver. "You'd throw that thing away right now if you knew what it did my lad" his father had told him. But he didnt - and went on to become an engineer - and so in a reserved occupation (not called up) for WWII.

And then, totally unrelated was the short documentary on Channel4 last night where a British freelance journalist was patrolling with some US troops in Afghanistan. It captured the terror, the shock, of the attack - men weeping over their fallen friend, disbelieving. The conclusion was that none of them were fighting for anything other than each other - a random bunch of guys thrown together onto a mountain somewhere and doing their best to get everyone off of it. No jingoism, no great cause, no great enemy - just A Band Of Brothers.

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RE: war stories - remembering - 11/11/2008 8:28:08 AM   
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My great uncle spent three years in the trenches and was gassed, I always remember him sitting by my grandmother's fire wheezing and struggling for breath. He never talked about the war other than to say, the Germans weren't the enemy, it was those bastards in London (politicians that were the enemy). I was ten when he died and at his funeral, the local British Legion contacted his comrades and one traveled back from Australia and two from Canada to be there. That was some travelling at that time. It turned out he was something off a hero but a 'right awkward bastard' said one comrade. Apparently when my uncles were killed in WWII, he would disappear for several days at a time. He'd just walk off and no one would know where he went, even though he couldn't walk far. I guess his legacy in the family was a hate for of patriotism and all things military and a total distrust of politicians who advocate solutions through war. He would have had a fit if he was still alive when my older brother joined up.

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RE: war stories - remembering - 11/11/2008 8:52:20 AM   
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My father served in the Korean War aboard a B-52.  He never talked much about his missions.  But he was a good looking aviator! 

My maternal grandfather served in WWII and WWI.  He didn't say much either, though the medals in the drawer said quite a bit wordlessly.

I almost was in the Vietnam War.  My year in the draft was the last year, 1972.  None of us were drafted, but I remember my birthday being very near the top.

My thanks to the Vets and their families.  Without them, I wouldn't be me.



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RE: war stories - remembering - 11/11/2008 9:09:23 AM   
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I have two brothers in Iraq now and one the Marines are sniffing around. Both grandfathers were in WWII. My dad is a Vietnam Vet.

My dad was accepted into Harvard. He is a genius. He dropped out of highschool for God, baseball, Chevrolet and apple pie to go to Vietnam. It was something that he believed in. He became a Sargeant in the Army. He refused to go any higher because he did not want to be separated from his guys. He took LSD in a tunnel.  When he got out, they wanted him to become a recruiter. This he did. It only took about 20 years to get over this.

There were movies with sirens that he could not watch. There were the nightmares where he would wake up without his gun and not in uniform. Obviously, the family split. I think it was after my dad went to help out his best friend's wife.  Best friend  that died while they were over there in his arms. He became a semi funcional alcoholic.
You know those homeless vet's?

Ok, so things happen and he is forced to get an apartment and I go to live with him. I find my dad sitting drunk under the desk he is making phone calls to a children's hotline telling them that he has killed children. He called fire on villages with children in them. Of course, they have no idea what he is talking about. There are other such occasions.

The movies are starting to come out Hamburger Hill, Platoon, etc. My Dad tells me, often drunkenly, about those experiences. He tells me things like he has been up Hamburger Hill, but not after it had already been taken. He says things like, it ain't no joke to fight your way to something and find a reporter already there. Being fired on by your own guys. The helicopters firing. That it was more than true that anyone that was not mentally strong enough and presented a risk would probably die walking up hill. We would spend hours in military museums.

My dad was forced to go into rehab for his job, which he did. He has only fallen off the wagon twice that I know of.  He is still a genius and has changed quite a bit. I got a lot of my political beliefs from him. He is just a remarkable man that managed to do find a way to live when many of them can't. Now, they call it Post Traumatic Disorder, before it didn't have a name.


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RE: war stories - remembering - 11/11/2008 9:16:08 AM   
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Thanks Bethnai - I think thats a really important aspect of all this; we remember the dead, we remember the wounded, but too often we dont seem to make any allowances for the experiences that afflict even those who come back apparently whole. The UK is awash with guys like this - homeless, drunks, drug addicts, many in prison - we dont seem to make any allowance for what they went through, but rather seem to condemn them.

I wonder what the reaction would have been last Sunday, when the local dignitaries et al marched to our memorial, had some of these broken lives been there on view? My suspicion is, they'd have had the police cart them away as an eyesore.

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RE: war stories - remembering - 11/11/2008 9:23:41 AM   
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Your welcome. I was kind of iffy on whether to post or not.

I find it kind of scary that this aspect gets coverage only when they find a vet that freezes to death in the winter. I think that we are going to have an awful lot in the future to contend with.

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RE: war stories - remembering - 11/11/2008 9:37:21 AM   
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There was a platoon that was nearly wiped out by enemy fire. Help arrived by helicopter but it was too late for most. The medics on board started to load the wounded on board as fast as they could, as they knew they would soon be under attack themselves. The helicopter was overloaded and the pilot was screaming that they couldn't take anymore victims. The head medic said they would get the last injured man on board and he, the medic, would remain behind. He then ran off...giving the crew no choice but to leave him there.

Within 10 or 15 minutes another helicopter arrived for him, plus ground patrols to keep them safe. The medic ran to and boarded the helicopter. It was shot down within minutes of takeoff. It took a few years, but the medic died of his injuries.

That medic was my late husband and my hero.


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RE: war stories - remembering - 11/11/2008 10:13:38 AM   
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what a wonderful and awful story that is SH; I dont know whether to cry for the loss of such a good man or to celebrate his courage for the sake of others he didnt even know I'd bet. Your loss - one that I cannot possibly fathom or understand how one might recover from it - is also a loss to the whole world.

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RE: war stories - remembering - 11/11/2008 10:34:40 AM   
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None in my family that I know of, but one grandfather now deceased was a fireman in WW2, he used to fight the fires as a result of the bombing in Liverpool, one story he told me was where hardly a night went by without the fire truck being chased down the road to Liverpool by German fighter aircraft and the occaisional bombing, not only where the Germans content to burn the cities, but they even attacked the fire trucks sent to put the fires out. Someone else in the family died as part of the coastal defence, the then embryonic radar, he got electrocuted.

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RE: war stories - remembering - 11/11/2008 10:57:56 AM   
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We had a lunatic in our unit who got so fed up with the old bitches on the Falls road hammering the bin lids to announce us that he put a live wolverine in a bin he knew we would soon be passing.
There was the time we lay in wait for a bunch of arms smugglers on the irish border and then bounced them to find that they had no guns, just three hundred pounds of cannabis, naturally we handed it in, well, some of it.
I have a form somewhere for a fine I had to pay for swearing at a bunch of women who were jeering a squaddie who was in the road crying for his mum, with both of his legs blown off. You win some, you lose a lot.

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RE: war stories - remembering - 11/11/2008 11:08:01 AM   
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quote:

ORIGINAL: sirsholly

There was a platoon that was nearly wiped out by enemy fire. Help arrived by helicopter but it was too late for most. The medics on board started to load the wounded on board as fast as they could, as they knew they would soon be under attack themselves. The helicopter was overloaded and the pilot was screaming that they couldn't take anymore victims. The head medic said they would get the last injured man on board and he, the medic, would remain behind. He then ran off...giving the crew no choice but to leave him there.

Within 10 or 15 minutes another helicopter arrived for him, plus ground patrols to keep them safe. The medic ran to and boarded the helicopter. It was shot down within minutes of takeoff. It took a few years, but the medic died of his injuries.

That medic was my late husband and my hero.

Thank  you so very much for sharing your late husband's story with us SirsHolly,this is truly what Lincoln was speaking of when he referred to "the last full measure of devotion"....We tend to,on this day at least ,think of the fallen and thank them...we must also remember the family's who forever carry the memory's ...again Thank You and Thanks to all those that served and their family's.

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RE: war stories - remembering - 11/11/2008 1:25:47 PM   
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"In this spot the Nazis executed 105 Jews and Poles July 10th 1942"

How many times did I walk past this plaque in the wall of the apartment block in Al. Jerozolimskie, the main street in the centre of Warsaw where I rented a studio apartment? Even today you can see the pockmarks in the walls from the shells fired during the Warsaw Uprising and this block is part of only 15% of the buildings which survived the destruction wreaked on the city by the Nazis.

My grandfather served in the British Army in North Africa, but instead I want to write about a place I visited back in 2004 that had a profound effect on me and brought it home to me just how real the Holocaust really was.

That place is Treblinka - which was both a concentration camp and a death camp set up under Operation Reinhard together with Auschwitz Birkenau and Sobibor. Over 850,000 Jews were exterminated in that camp over a period of months, second only to the 1.2 million exterminated at Birkenau.

Treblinka today is a sleepy little village just off the main Warsaw-Vilnius road not far from Bialystok in the far north east of Poland. You come to a turning in the road and it's here you find a narrow street which comes to an end some 100 yards further down. There are no buildings in this street. At the end of the street is a footpath which takes you into a forest. You follow the path as it meanders through the forest and you come to a clearing, and then some more treets.

Just beyond these trees you come to an area which resembles a large grassy field. However you look to your right and you see rectangles marked out by stone and concrete.

Welcome to Treblinka II - the death camp. Those rectangular squares are all what remains of large barrack huts which housed a laundry, a bakery, accommodation for 20 SS officers, around 120 Ukrainian guards, and anywhere up to 1,000 prisoners who worked at the camp.

Standing alone to your right is a large concrete wall about 20-30 yards long and about 15 feet high. The concrete on the side you approach from is smooth, but on the other side there are many pockmarks from bullets and shells which concentrate into a strip from the height of one's head down to one's stomach. Prisoners were continually whipped, punched, kicked and beaten. Those who were bruised or marked after inspection in the evening were lined up against this wall and shot. Those on whom the brusies appeared by the next morning were executed in the same way that morning.

You walk a little further and come to a trackbed of a disused railway line and a solitary railway platform. This is all that remains of Treblinka railway station. The line ran to the main Warsaw Bialystok railway at Malkinie, and it was to here that trains arrived carrying condemned prisoners from Warsaw in trains of up to sixty wagons. Beyond the platform there is a large concrete rectangle. This is a mass grave, and was once a large pit. The trains arrived at the station and the prisoners were herded out into the station building where they were stripped, had their clothes and belongings taken from them, and then they were made to sit at the edge of the pit after which they were shot by machine guns in the back which made them fall into the pit to join the piles of burning bodies.

There is another area, which is thick forest but which there is a long clearing, like a road of grass, which takes you steadily uphill to another area which is sunken and in which trees are planted. This grass road starts behind the railway station and runs for a mile or so uphill to an area which is sunken and where trees are planted. It was along this route that prisoners were forced to run naked up to the gas chambers where they would be separated into men, women and children. The men would be herded into the gas chambers and the doors locked. A Ukrainian guard would cry out 'Iwan! Woda!' ('Ivan! Water!') and the men would be gassed whilst their female relatives and children waited outside. The fear and the cries were so bad that these women literally shit themselves and so they were waiting ankle deep in human excrement. The women and children were then gassed and the bodies were thrown into a pit of burning bodies. The fumes and the stench were so bad they could be smelt miles away and many prisoners knew what was going to happen to them as the trains left Malkinie and some committed suicide.

There is another mass grave, which is a massive concrete rectangle by a memorial on which rocks are placed. Every rock bears the name of a city in Europe from where the Jews and other prisoners were brought but this is also where everyone living in the ghettos of Warsaw and Lodz were exterminated. This is the Holocaust Memorial.

There is no museum at Treblinka like there is at Auschwitz, just trees, forest, grass, graves, a solitary railway platform and peace. But what makes that silence so eerie is the knowledge that those 850,000 or so, 99% of which were Jews, were exterminated between July 22nd and October 3rd 1942. I have visited other camps at Auchswitz, Chelmno and Majdanek, but none quite had such a profound effect on me as Treblinka.


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RE: war stories - remembering - 11/11/2008 1:37:20 PM   
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My great uncle was a civilian bus driver in Palestine under the British Protectorate before the state of Israel existed. He volunteered came the war and was put to work as a truck driver. The British and Canadian armies liberated Bergen-Belsen where the Nazis had done their best to kill all the prisoners before they fled east. The truck drivers went through and carried out those who were still living, none were able to walk on their own.

A half dozen years later his son brought home the girl he was going to marry to meet his parents. She took one look at my uncle and identified him as the man who carried her out of hell.

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RE: war stories - remembering - 11/11/2008 2:02:12 PM   
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A friend of mine has some stories about Northern Ireland.

The worst possibly is the instance where - because on paper on one budget allocation it would be cheaper to do so, some machinery was taken to be tested at a civilian company in Belfast, rather than being tested by the Army itself; saving around £100-00. What this pen pushing civil servant hadnt taken into account though was that to take this machinery to the civilian company - which was located in a dead end street would you believe, but no one had taken that into consideration - required several vehicles to go in convoy, the deployment of foot patrols and the calling in of helicopters to survey the area, to protect the two soldiers taking the machinery. No idea of the cost for all that, but I reckon 100x the saving would be an underestimate. But more importantly, to save £100-00, the lives of at least two dozen soldiers were put on the line.

Then there was the amusing (in the end, but it could have been different) incident of the jam jar bomb. The IRA would make up bombs in glass jars (coffee jars being a favourite) and throw these at British troops. Of course the bomb would be destroyed when it went off normally and little would be left over to work out the design etc - until some bright IRA spark made one with a plastic jar. When launched, the plastic jar didnt work out like the glass jars did - instead it bounced down the road and came to rest where it was recovered and the whole tactic undone by analysis of a safer example of the deadly real thing.

And the mortar attack on the barracks - missed by minutes due to being held up on the way to the sleeping quarters. The room was wrecked - it would almost certainly have meant death had he been in there at the time. And the attack left a longstanding legacy; his neighbour had kept a scorpion in a glass tank as a pet - the tank was smashed and there was no sign of the scorpion which triggered months of shaking out boots and clothes by the garrison!

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RE: war stories - remembering - 11/11/2008 3:13:36 PM   
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Oh Holly.. *hugs you and blubbers on your shirt leaving a stiff trail of snot*

Damn it woman... dont you know any better then to make a pregnant woman more emotional then normal?


Speaking of emotional... Here is my Vet's day blog. http://kaiyabarasha.multiply.com/journal/item/283/For_our_Vets_and_their_families

My daddy was a Drill Srgt in the 101st Airborne. He went to Korea.. and then helped to train the boys who went to Nam.

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