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Dad's Role in World War II

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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
Dad was born in 1942.
My grandfather was in the Navy. Before the war he worked in warehouses and the post office. His story was a few days before he was supposed to ship out on the Essex, somebody noticed this a grabbed him. He never went overseas and worked at Alameda. I have a large picture of his 1943 Navy graduation class .
Dad was stationed in Germany from 1960-63. I was born there and mom was Germany of course. I have seen a couple pictures of my grandfather in a Germany infantry uniform. Unfortunately I have very little history of moms side , she passed away very young.
 
My father was born in 1915, and was a wild motorcycle rider. In 1939 he nearly killed himself when he crashed on a bridge over the missouri. consequently he was deemed 4F . however, his brother Jack went Navy on 8 dec 41, and served on an amphibian assault in the south pacific. Uncle Pat went Marines, and was Infantry, landing on numerous beaches, the last being iwo Jima, a year in the hospital. Uncle Jim went navy, and spent the war On the USS Holland, a sub tender.
My Uncle Joe, spent 10 years army, discharged in 1940, then they came looking for him again in 1942. He was a Tank Commander in the Sherman, part of the 747 tank destroyer Battalion, landing on D Day at 6:00 PM on D day. he told me he had to close his eyes proceeding forward as the unit drove over so many dead soldiers.
My grand parents had emigrated to America in 1910, and Joe was 100% German. I asked him in the 70's if it bothered him to fight them, and he said the soldiers weren't Germans, they were Nazi's.
it is a Miracle that all survived to old age, except my Father, whom died at 51 years old.
My Uncles never harassed my father about not serving. They said someone had to keep an eye on my grand parents at home.
He welded railroad tank cars from the Inside during the war effort, and it killed him.(Cancer)
My grandma was 4 foot 10 inches, very petit. she worked the night shift at Offutt building Bombers, she was one of the few able to fit in those small areas of the B-24 and B-29.
Uncle Joe was one tough SOB. He told me once there were four weapons on a Sherman:
the 75mm, the machine Gun on top, his .45, and a hammer. (Referring to the butt of the .45 when he ran out of ammo and Enemy Infantry were climbing on the tank.)
silver star, bronze star for battle of the Bulge,, and he met the Russians at the elbe. (he hated those guys more than the Germans. hard to believe.
The Germans he hated because they would be cornered in the forest, and the Tigers would circle the forest all night revving the engines in order to keep the Americans awake.
I was the only kid to ask questions of my Uncles, nobody else seemed Interested at the time.(1960-70)
 
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