JW, I also think of the sacrifice my father made in WW2. My sister recently told me he had said his platoon had gone out one night, 40 men, all were killed except for my father. When he got back he was the only man left they promoted him to 2nd sergeant. Shortly after that he was shot through his back but somehow survived. I remember his…
JW, I also think of the sacrifice my father made in WW2. My sister recently told me he had said his platoon had gone out one night, 40 men, all were killed except for my father. When he got back he was the only man left they promoted him to 2nd sergeant. Shortly after that he was shot through his back but somehow survived. I remember his scars. People today don’t understand what is coming. They are naive.
I do. I was born in 1965. I was the last of 4 children. My father was 45 when I was born. He died when I was 20. He was an awesome father regretfully I didn’t get to speak to him for long as a real adult. I feel his death at such a young age, and when I and my siblings were so young is all a part of the sacrifice he made for our country. This is one of the reasons I am so angry about the open border, it devalues what we have given. The story of 39 of my fathers fellow soldiers being killed in one night produced letters sent to my father by his friends wives and or girlfriends. My sister has the letters. I’ve tried to get even a picture or copy of them, so far I haven’t. While in Germany my father had sent many Nazi items back to the states. There were swords, SS daggers, pins, paperwork, a hand held telescope,etc. My oldest brother, who was an airborne Ranger got all of the items after my mother passed. My brother died 15 years ago, and I assumed his ex wife had the items. I’m shortening this story believe it or not, well she moved to Florida and I asked for pictures of the stuff and she told me she gave it to a connected lady’s husband. I couldn’t believe it. Why didn’t she give it to one of us??? So I ended up hunting this guy down and got i think all most everything except the swords. Still have a chance to get them back. They are in possession of a person we know. All of this stuff intrigues me. I hope to get the other items back... I put a few things in my notes on sub stack. If I get those letters I may post them, I think people don’t get war and the devastating loses people suffer. Many Americans have been terribly spoiled.
Our experiences with our fathers is similar. Until we retired and moved from LA down to SD I had had a pair of Nazi binoculars and compass that I believe were stolen by movers. My father had taken them off the body of a Nazi officer during the Ardennes campaign-Battle of the Bulge. Dad was an Army cartographer draftee who helped create the Army’s D Day invasion maps and other campaign maps--by the time I was mature and finally retired to really learn what my parents had gone through in WW2 they were long passed. As a combat Vietnam veteran I am reading and collecting his and my remembrances in writing a book that my children and grandchildren can read to understand what shaped the rest of my life’s loves, work and faith.
I was born in 1946 and memories of World War II were fresh in my fathers and uncles who returned from Europe and the Pacific to tell their stories. I’m sure you feel the same way about your father.
JW, I also think of the sacrifice my father made in WW2. My sister recently told me he had said his platoon had gone out one night, 40 men, all were killed except for my father. When he got back he was the only man left they promoted him to 2nd sergeant. Shortly after that he was shot through his back but somehow survived. I remember his scars. People today don’t understand what is coming. They are naive.
I do. I was born in 1965. I was the last of 4 children. My father was 45 when I was born. He died when I was 20. He was an awesome father regretfully I didn’t get to speak to him for long as a real adult. I feel his death at such a young age, and when I and my siblings were so young is all a part of the sacrifice he made for our country. This is one of the reasons I am so angry about the open border, it devalues what we have given. The story of 39 of my fathers fellow soldiers being killed in one night produced letters sent to my father by his friends wives and or girlfriends. My sister has the letters. I’ve tried to get even a picture or copy of them, so far I haven’t. While in Germany my father had sent many Nazi items back to the states. There were swords, SS daggers, pins, paperwork, a hand held telescope,etc. My oldest brother, who was an airborne Ranger got all of the items after my mother passed. My brother died 15 years ago, and I assumed his ex wife had the items. I’m shortening this story believe it or not, well she moved to Florida and I asked for pictures of the stuff and she told me she gave it to a connected lady’s husband. I couldn’t believe it. Why didn’t she give it to one of us??? So I ended up hunting this guy down and got i think all most everything except the swords. Still have a chance to get them back. They are in possession of a person we know. All of this stuff intrigues me. I hope to get the other items back... I put a few things in my notes on sub stack. If I get those letters I may post them, I think people don’t get war and the devastating loses people suffer. Many Americans have been terribly spoiled.
Our experiences with our fathers is similar. Until we retired and moved from LA down to SD I had had a pair of Nazi binoculars and compass that I believe were stolen by movers. My father had taken them off the body of a Nazi officer during the Ardennes campaign-Battle of the Bulge. Dad was an Army cartographer draftee who helped create the Army’s D Day invasion maps and other campaign maps--by the time I was mature and finally retired to really learn what my parents had gone through in WW2 they were long passed. As a combat Vietnam veteran I am reading and collecting his and my remembrances in writing a book that my children and grandchildren can read to understand what shaped the rest of my life’s loves, work and faith.
I was born in 1946 and memories of World War II were fresh in my fathers and uncles who returned from Europe and the Pacific to tell their stories. I’m sure you feel the same way about your father.
Oh how I miss the wisdom of men like my father and uncles today.