My mom's only brother was killed in action outside Manila, during the drive to retake Luzon. He had previously been in New Guinea. He was from a tiny town in the lead mining region of Missouri. He was not quite 20
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My dad was a Navy medic at Normandy on D-day, and then at a hospital in Japan during the Korean war, which was cited for outstanding action when, in one week, they went from a 100 bed facility to over 3000, wounded pouring in and the staff having to figure out what to do.
His very few war stories were 'fun' stories. He never talked about it otherwise but once, and sixty years post-war, he got tears in his eyes.
I am reliably informed by my mother and brothers that I am my dad in a wig. There are worse things to be.
Indeed. I'd certainly take that as a compliment.
My father served in the Navy in WW II. He was a radioman on an LST that was hit by a kamikaze pilot. He lost hearing in one ear and partially in the other, but the only stories he told us growing up were things like how wonderful fresh fruit and ice cream tasted when they had shore leave in Hawaii.
In his final illness he seemed haunted by the memories he'd suppressed over the years. He's been gone 17 years and I miss him every day. Definitely good to remember those we love, and all others, who served.
My Father-in-Law served in both WWII and Korea. My own father was not allowed to serve because he was an "indispensible" part of the war effort, he was a Master Tool and Die maker and one of his specialties was machining precision bomb triggers, he even came up with an improvment that made them "safer" for our troops to use. It about killed him that all his brothers and sisters joined up but as soon as the military found out what he did, he was sent back home to continue it. My respect for all our service men and women knows no bounds. My oldest son (26) is enlisting in January.
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My dad was a Navy medic at Normandy on D-day, and then at a hospital in Japan during the Korean war, which was cited for outstanding action when, in one week, they went from a 100 bed facility to over 3000, wounded pouring in and the staff having to figure out what to do.
His very few war stories were 'fun' stories. He never talked about it otherwise but once, and sixty years post-war, he got tears in his eyes.
What we do to our soldiers....
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Indeed. I'd certainly take that as a compliment.
My father served in the Navy in WW II. He was a radioman on an LST that was hit by a kamikaze pilot. He lost hearing in one ear and partially in the other, but the only stories he told us growing up were things like how wonderful fresh fruit and ice cream tasted when they had shore leave in Hawaii.
In his final illness he seemed haunted by the memories he'd suppressed over the years. He's been gone 17 years and I miss him every day. Definitely good to remember those we love, and all others, who served.
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