Flippy WarbearThey didnt meet much of combat but unfortunately, they have fired their weapons and forced to kill another human being.
Why unfortunetly? Hell, you should be damn proud that they did, they were fighting to save your country. They would have died for Finland. Treat them with respect, they were doing the right thing.
My great-great-uncle was a paratrooper in ww2, i never met him, but i was told that he had to kill a lot of people and hardly ever talked about it. I admire him for his bravery.
ExelMy other grand father (from my father's side) fought through Winter and Continuation War as an infantryman. His rank at the wars end was senior sargeant, iirc. My other grandpa served in air defence during Continuation War. Both survived and still keep on surviving. :)
I got my other grand father (the Winter War veteran) to talk a little about his war experiences this Christmas - both of them have been pretty quiet about the topic before - so a little update: He enlisted for service in 1938 and was discharged (moved to the reserve) in summer 1939 only to be called back to active service a couple of months later when Germany attacked Poland. He fought through Winter War and later the Continuation War in Karelia (Kannas, Syväri, Aunus) and also in the Lapland War. He was finally discharged in 1945 as Sergeant. He also showed me a bunch of medals he had been awarded with, among those 1st and 2nd class Vapaudenmitali ("Medal of Liberty"). Don't know the stories behind those, I hope I'll get to hear them some day. For some reason he didn't give much value to them or didn't take much prestige of having them - he said he had never worn them, not even for the Independence Day Presidential Reception he was at. He lost all his brothers in the war, 2 of them died within a week - all of them served in the front lines.
Both my grandads served in World War 2. My first grandad originally served as a 'runner' in the BEF running inbetween radio posts/frontline/artillary posts etc.(he ended the war as a corporal) But when one of the gunners of his regiment was killed he was made a gunner. He was made rear gaurd at Dunkirk (which meant he had 2 ways out of there: death or imprisionment) and faced german infantry and tanks. Both of his friends who were with him were shot during the battle and died, he was shot twice (in the shoulder and just below the heart) and was saved by a german tank commander who got him to the nearest hospital. He then spent the next 5 years living in a German POW camps (his family presumed him dead and had a very large shock when he turned up in 1945 :D). He tried escaping 5 times and finally suceeded with alot of others from the same camp on the 5th time (this was in Poland and probably only about 10-20 miles away from the russian front). They stowed away on a train (i'm not totally sure about the order of this part) i beleive and then got off somewhere before a German controlled station. As they got closer and closer towards the russian front they began to hear gun shots. They all hid in a cellar of a farmhouse in the middle of a field. The farmhouse became under german control and they were all tied up and put in potato sacks. The russians then pushed foward across the field, claimed the house and untied them to which they all used their most basic russian to tell them that they were english POWs. The russians thought it was to dangerous for them to go out on their own and told them to stay put. The farmhouse kept switching sides (in which they were all put in sacks a few times :D) until it finally was overun by russians. The russians then got them to a port (this bit is really hazy i'm not tottally sure on this: all i know defeintely is that they took a boat through the medeteranian and went back to england) and they sailed back to england. My grandad never really told me about combat he had to do in Belgium/France (even though he was a runner he still had to engage the enemy at some times). Although i do know he was mentioned in dispatches although we never knew what for. He died just recentely was always a good man who had a good sense of humour and was never bitter about the war. My other grandad served in the Royal Scotts as a sargeant major had (i beleive) about 100 men under him. He served briefly as a tank driver in Libya (although i'm pretty sure at this time he was behind the lines and he did no actual fighting in Africa - in fact AFAIK he did his tank driving training in Africa and that was why he was in Libya. He learnt to drive: Valentines, Churchills, Shermans, Grant-Lees and stuarts. His brigade was then placed in palenstine and he did several rolls there. He worked as an infantryman to clear out terrorists in jeruselem (the sten gang) who were trying to get jews into the country (he had to take part in a 48 hour sweep of the city in which 1000s of weapons were confiscated - they were not allowed any sleep in this time and they had to check every single house). He also had to do what he still calls: 'the worst job in the world', he had to turn jews from europe away even though they were coming on tiny rafts with little food and turning them away lead to almost certain death. He worked as a truck driver driving from africa - jeruselem - iraq etc etc. He had many 'accidents' during the war including: *Getting his hand crushed inbetween 2 train carragies *Getting bitten by a poisonus centipiede *Getting temporarily deafened when a friendly artillary shell landed in front of his truck during their 'target practice' (the scar is still on his chin where the helment was blown upwards and the strap cut into his skin). He also has some 'funny' stories about how he would drive around in a Churchill while bren gunners would use him as 'target practice' and how a colonel told him to teach a bunch of privates how to drive a motorcyle (he had never driven one in his life). He still lives today although has glucoma in one eye and the other eye is blind. Well there you got one hell of a long text...
Well my grandpa(on my father's side) was a teenager during WWII(13 when the war started) but when he took some part in the Norwegian resistance movement when he was 16 or 17 or so I have heard(Haven't talked to him a lot about it, I don't think people like talking about the war that much). After the war was over he was drafted into the Norwegian army (yes, we still do that) and stationed in germany under british commando, you know peacekeeping duties or being there in case the soviets would attack, either way he was a corporal. But, there is one thing that happened once during their stay in germany his batallion was actually inspected by Montgomery. I don't know much about my grandpa on my mother's side because he died before I was born but I have heard that he was in the Norwegian Army when Germany invaded. I think he was a lieutenant IIRC, he survived the war. Don't know about my great grandfathers... But one of my friends'(I know Im supposed to talk about my grandfather, but whatever) grandfathers served in the war as a Sergeant Major in the british 7th armoured division(aka "Desert Rats"), in a motorised infantry batallion or something I think. I heard that one of his friends got shot by his own sten gun, when they drove over a bump with a half-track it just sort of went off and blew him away.
this is interesting because i'm half austrian half american. My grandparents on my mother's side spent a lot of th late war years cowering in bunkers while the americans bombed vienna, which is where i live now.....
My grand-dad took part of the atlantic battle, beeing a sea engineer he worked on rescue tugs, you know these tugs that get called when a ship is struck and crippled or just need assist. I think he was on 10 or 11 sea rescue that works, cuz we know that a torpedoed ship doesnt last long.
He had also been hella lucky, Actually he saw one U-boat, but the tug was so old (still working with steam engine) that the Sub probably took the tug for a fishing ship, so that it didnt waste a shot on it.
Btw, Im canadian and he was to
One of my friends grand uncle weas a destroyer captain, sunk 3 U-boats and died while his ship got her belly crushed by a torpedo explosion.
I'm israeli and so is my father and grandfather, although he served in the brit navy during ww2.