What are your best war stories from the greatest generation.

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  • Greg
    Senior Member
    • May 2010
    • 310

    #16
    Mine is simpler. My parents met. In Iceland. Father - Army Ordnance Corps. Mother - Amy Nurse Corps. Both gone now, but when I was commissioned, I wore my Dad's Ordnance bombs, my Mother's US insignia, and had pinned on, one of each of their 2LT bars.

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    • John Sukey
      Very Senior Member - OFC Deceased
      • Aug 2009
      • 12224

      #17
      Repeating a couple.
      Brother in Laws father was in the coast artillery. Jap sub surfaced off the California cost and fired a few rounds from it's deck gun doing no damage. But he got a purple heart! When setting up a machine gun he caught his finger in he tripod. (drawing blood under enemy fire)

      My father was a doctor. One day they came round and asked the staff of they wanted a ride in glider. After everybody got their ride, they were told, congratulations, you are now all in the 101st!. He got a blood clot in his leg and missed D Day. (got to France later) His replacement's glider released too early and they landed in Holland, subsisting on British iron rations for a few weeks

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      • Michael Tompkins
        Senior Member
        • Sep 2009
        • 276

        #18
        I have a few stories told to me by family members, but I think this next one is the most unusual that I've heard.

        My wife and I have a friend that lives in California. She is of Dutch heritage, as both of her parents are Dutch. The last time she visited us here in Kentucky, the subject of World War II came up. She told us the story of her father living in Holland at the time of the German invasion. When the Germans invaded in 1940, her father was 16 years of age. It was later on that the Germans started to round up males that were of age to serve in the military. Her dad avoided being rounded up and went into hiding. He hid wherever he could; basements, barns and attics of friends. His mother would bring him food. It became difficult for his mother to bring him food, so he started leaving his hiding place and come back home, usually at night.
        One day, he decided to leave his hiding place dressed in disguise. He dressed as a girl. It was working until a neighbor girl who was simpathetic to the Germans recognized him and turned him in to the Germans. The germans then sent him to a work camp in Germany. At his first opportunity, he escaped and spent many weeks making his way back to Holland any way he could. He made it back safely and spent time hiding once again until the allied liberation. He emmigrated to the U.S. a few years later and the rest is history!

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