It's nothing less than head shaking that, after seeing British, French, and German casualty figures for three years, anyone thought it'd be different for us.
They had to reconstitute the NG after the war. By activating them, discharging them, then drafting them they removed their NG committment.
You've kind of figured out you're now old right?
Son of a WW1 vet. WW2 service. You've seen much. The first real memories I have of my grandfather was about when he turned 84. He boarded the boat for France in August of 1918. I suspect the members of his unit considered him old as he was 31. He was ancient whereas I was very young. I found his stories fascinating. Somebody stole his campaign hat while he was in training. A meeting with the Regimental Commander ensued. In no uncertain terms he was told he'd buy a replacement. Yet we're to believe that Corporal York somehow acquired an M-1903 instead of his issue M-1917? Left out is the fate of the M-1917. In the story it doesn't matter. In real life, in that era, he'd have been behind bars on bread and water. They were forthright and very stern in that era. Took balls the size of automobiles to charge into machine guns en masse. They did it. Repeatedly. They prided themselves on it. One division was the "tough hombres." Another was the "rock of the Marne." Tough SOBs they were.
Made of steel.
WW2 vets faced a different world. Machine war. It wasn't a sure bet we'd win. You'd know that - you lived it. The war mattered so you won it. Today we mull around and lose instead but the wars are brushfires and don't matter much. So I never saw the WW2 generation as the tough SOBs the WW1 generation was. My grandfather versus my uncles. He was tougher. Not that your generation wasn't tough. The Uncle serviced through Sicily on up. He was a tough dude.
Men of wood.
Today? I think we're men of paper mache.
Makes me wonder if the 1861-1865 vets were made of pure solid granite. Except I know better. It was the WW1 vets. Those were the tough SOBs. Then again maybe that was just my grandfather.
I did some "shows" at the NG base here for some years. Streams of vets from various eras came through. One was an Army engineer in WW2. He picked up the M-1917 I had and mentioned he'd trained on them early in WW2.
My father remained active in the NG and the American Legion after WWI.
I knew personally many of the 114th veterans. I served with at least two of them in the State Guard prior to my enlistment in the USN in WWII with the son of a 114th vet.
I knew personally many of the 114th veterans. I served with at least two of them in the State Guard prior to my enlistment in the USN in WWII with the son of a 114th vet.
You've kind of figured out you're now old right?

Son of a WW1 vet. WW2 service. You've seen much. The first real memories I have of my grandfather was about when he turned 84. He boarded the boat for France in August of 1918. I suspect the members of his unit considered him old as he was 31. He was ancient whereas I was very young. I found his stories fascinating. Somebody stole his campaign hat while he was in training. A meeting with the Regimental Commander ensued. In no uncertain terms he was told he'd buy a replacement. Yet we're to believe that Corporal York somehow acquired an M-1903 instead of his issue M-1917? Left out is the fate of the M-1917. In the story it doesn't matter. In real life, in that era, he'd have been behind bars on bread and water. They were forthright and very stern in that era. Took balls the size of automobiles to charge into machine guns en masse. They did it. Repeatedly. They prided themselves on it. One division was the "tough hombres." Another was the "rock of the Marne." Tough SOBs they were.
Made of steel.
WW2 vets faced a different world. Machine war. It wasn't a sure bet we'd win. You'd know that - you lived it. The war mattered so you won it. Today we mull around and lose instead but the wars are brushfires and don't matter much. So I never saw the WW2 generation as the tough SOBs the WW1 generation was. My grandfather versus my uncles. He was tougher. Not that your generation wasn't tough. The Uncle serviced through Sicily on up. He was a tough dude.
Men of wood.
Today? I think we're men of paper mache.
Makes me wonder if the 1861-1865 vets were made of pure solid granite. Except I know better. It was the WW1 vets. Those were the tough SOBs. Then again maybe that was just my grandfather.
I did some "shows" at the NG base here for some years. Streams of vets from various eras came through. One was an Army engineer in WW2. He picked up the M-1917 I had and mentioned he'd trained on them early in WW2.

No, I'm not going to stop that. You're obviously sharp as a tack and don't need people pretending otherwise. Down that path are people wanting to chew your food for you.
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