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Dad's Role in World War II

My dad was a truck driver in the Marine Corps in WWll. Problem was, the trucks were located in Guadalcanal, Kwajalein and the Phillipines. Came home with some shrapnel he didn't leave with. He was proud of his time in the Marines, and never could tolerate the Japanese for the rest of his life.
One of the toughest guys I've ever known.
 
My Dad was in Navy from 41 to his near end , he made Okinawa and iwagima and the canal , as he called it , at the midway turkey shoot , while splashing jap planes , he was blown off the sit of anti aircraft gun and impleded on pipe upright, never would deal with them after that and barely lived over it , he gave all he had as all the heroes of that time before mentioned did , May God bless them all , and may God save America!
 
OK here goes......
My dad was a teenager during the war. His brother(my uncle) was in the German Army's Death's Head Panzer Division and was killed on the Russian front. According to my dad, my uncle deserved it for the atrocities his division committed. I totally agree. My father's family are all Germans living in a village in Hungary where the majority of the population were Germans. As the war went on, my fathers family decided to pack up and move back to Germany as thousands of others were doing during the war. My fathers dad(my grandfather) was shot and killed by a Nazi captain when they all escaped from a burning train heading to Germany. The German Captain thought they were part of the group of non Germans that were being taken to one of the camps. When my grandmother pleaded with the German officer and showed him their papers, he just yelled at them to move on after buying my grandfather. Their ordeal started in 1943 and ended in 1944 when they finally made it back to Germany. My father was 17 in 1944 and saw that the Gestapo was grabbing anyone to fight in the war. My father was able to get himself smuggled all the way through Europe to England. From there he made it to the United States. He spoke english very well and to become a U.S. citizen at that time, you would need to join the military service of the United States. Yep, you guessed it, he joined the U.S. Army, got thru basic training as a medic and was shipped back to Europe and Germany in the final months of the war. He eventually located his family. While he was stationed in Germany post war, he met my mother, who also is German and guess what? My mothers father(my grandfather) was a Lieutenant Colonel in the German Luftwaffe. My grandfather was shot down over England early in the war and captured and spent the rest of the war in an English prison camp in Scotland. Also had 2 uncles on my mothers side of the family that were in the German army also. They made it thru the war. My 2 sons learned a lot of history from both my father and mother since they were both willing to talk about things that occurred there and in which they both had front row seats to the war.
A side note - my mother actually attended 2 youth rallies early on in the war because Adolf Hitler made the appearance and gave the speeches. As she stated, you had to attend since my grandfather was an officer in the German Military or people disappeared. We also have a picture of General Patton sitting in his command jeep parked under the house I was born in. Picture was taken by my mothers cousin. His division came thru our home town.

On a very humorous note, we moved to the United States in 1955. Growing up in the late 50's and 60's, all of the kids would play army in our neighborhood. Guess who had to be the Germans for the next 5-6 years.....me and my brother. We died very gracefully every week:D
I see you lived and died with honor like all good German soldiers,,, My family was also German heritage, and as a child i chose to die heroically every time! HAHA


also, my Uncle was a tank Commander on D day, landing at 6:00 PM 6 June. fighting to bastogne. and His parents emigrated to America from Germany in 1910
My family left Germany in 1848.
 
I am overwhelmed with gratitude for all of your family members' service and sacrifices, as you've
so reverently related here in this thread.
A THANK YOU from my soul is all I can humbly offer. :thankyou::usflag::praying:
 
My father enlisted in the Army, saw combat in the Philippines. My uncles served in the Navy and Army. My uncles brother who we considered our uncle was a POW in Germany. He and only one other airman survived when their B24 was shot down
 
My dad was in the 186th Infantry Regiment, 41st Infantry Division (Jungleers). He made 5 beach landings between New Guinea and the Philippines and was slated for the invasion of Japan, had the bomb not been dropped. Instead, he was part of the occupation forces.
 
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Both my Grandfathers served in the Navy. One, the son of German immigrants, as a 20MM gunner on the aircraft carrier USS Lunga Point. The other, a Native American, as a Seabee in the South Pacific.

They are my Hero's and truly part of our nation's greatest generation!
 
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Not a good time to be there if you know the history.....
Port Chicago
yeah he wasn't there when they had the huge explosion
that was a lil' later, after he went to Presidio/Alameda

yeah I know it well
my office & warehouse building was near that old base
across the street from Diablo Creek golf,
the road into what was Port Chicago
I lived next-door in Concord most of my younger years
it was a historical legend, the Concord Naval Weapons base too
where many of the stuff was stored, right off Willow Pass rd.
 
My dad was a paratrooper. Why? Because it paid a few bucks more. He was in the service in the early 50's & he patrolled Germany after the war. He told us that people in his unit drew straws as to whether to go to Germany or Korea after basic training and those who he knew that drew Korea straws came back in boxes.

Talk about the luck of the draw.
 
My Father was 18 when Pearl Harbor happened. He was a brainiac and was making Ham radios when he was 12. He was enlisted into the Army Air Corp and was a radio repairman for the bombers taking off from Saipan. We have a couple photo albums of pics he took of his time there. Some caves where the Marines burned out the occupants. Had some old Yen. A few stories. Can’t imagine living in that environment during wartime. Hot humid and sticky. He’s been gone 12 years now. Taught me a work ethic for sure.
 
My Dad entered the war late and was assigned to engineering on a jeep carrier (aka escort carrier USS Windham Bay) that ferried planes. He was fortunate to not be involved in any action but unfortunate enough to always pull engine room duty when they were docked in Hawaii. My Mother's oldest brother was a B24 navigator but his plane crashed in England during bad weather (iced up I think - the pilot would never discuss what happened) on his first mission and all but the pilot and co-pilot died.
 
My Dad way a rear gunner on an Avenger Torpedo
bomber flying off a carrier in the Pacific.IwaJima
 
My Dad joined the Navy in 1942 Fought in a lot of major battles. Drove some landing craft and had several friends killed on Iwo. (see photo, 2nd from right)
He transferred to the Coast Guard after the war. He was involved in Korea and Viet Nam conflict.
He had mandatory retirement in 1972.
He did pretty well considering he left High School in 10th grade.
Told me the Military gave him everything he had and he was grateful to be able to serve.

He never could understand why my Brother and I joined the Army.....LOL
He has been dead for 23 years, but not a day goes by I don't think about him and how luck I was to have him for a Dad
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Father: B-17 navigator bombardier flying out of U.K.
Uncle: Navy somewhere in Pacific theater
Uncle: Navy somewhere in Atlantic
Uncle: Army somewhere in France & Africa
Uncle: Army in Malta
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Discussions about the war was between them only; and it wasn't very often.

Topic was not open for discussion with anyone else. Don't ask again.
 
My Dad joined the Navy in 1942 Fought in a lot of major battles. Drove some landing craft and had several friends killed on Iwo. (see photo, 2nd from right)
He transferred to the Coast Guard after the war. He was involved in Korea and Viet Nam conflict.
He had mandatory retirement in 1972.
He did pretty well considering he left High School in 10th grade.
Told me the Military gave him everything he had and he was grateful to be able to serve.

He never could understand why my Brother and I joined the Army.....LOL
He has been dead for 23 years, but not a day goes by I don't think about him and how luck I was to have him for a DadView attachment 1095270 View attachment 1095272
Was he a Warrant Officer when retired?
 
Don't know what my old man did in WW II other than he was a Staff Sergeant, in the Army, in the South Pacific, somewhere.
He never talked about it, and then me growing up when Viet Nam was going hot and heavy, i never gave him a chance to.
Many heated arguments between us, during that time frame.
Then guess what.
I enlisted in the Air Force,in 1973.
Go figure.
 
My dad was a paratrooper. Why? Because it paid a few bucks more. He was in the service in the early 50's & he patrolled Germany after the war. He told us that people in his unit drew straws as to whether to go to Germany or Korea after basic training and those who he knew that drew Korea straws came back in boxes.

Talk about the luck of the draw.
My dad was drafted into the German army in world war two, he was 17. They were forced to join and after Hitler's plan to go into Poland, no one wanted any part of it. My dad told of many of the atrocities they were forced to endure. After the war he joined the American and British air relief. That's when he decided it was time to figure out how to get here. My father died an American!!!
 
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