How does it feel knowing your grandpappy got to fight in the premier combat environments while the best you got was some dusty shithole where the chicks weren't even hot?
>Wanting to fight street by street
No thanks f.am, if it was against an army that was shit then maybe
>Grandfather went an hero before he could pass on stories
>Find a collection of letters he'd written home during the war
>Typical infantry stuff, nothing crazy
>Find a page where he describes laughing as a truck full of jiggaboos (verbatim) mistakenly drive into German territory
Suddenly I really wish he were still here to share more.
Honestly I just don't care that much about american ww2 stories. I bet there are some quite nice to hear, but I'd rather listen about the german side that we rarely, reliably, see depicted.
my grandfather was 14 at the end of WW2. when he joined up after korea, he went to germany, fathered a bunch of bastard children there, in france and italy, and caught a case of chlamydia, the bullheaded clap, and the pox that was so bad it was put into a medical textbook and sent to convalesce at walter reed where he got caught involved in buttplay with a big fat WAC nurse, a camera and 3 Colonels he was blackmailing.
he then went to texas where he made a bunch of money photographing officers wives nude, and in sex acts with each other, in the vein of betty page. then his time was up and he was a goddamned piece of shit ever since.
>grandpa was in WW2
>fought in france and battle of the bulge
>eventually made his way over the rhine
>fought in the fatherland
>comes back to raise 2 boys in the 50s and 60s
>sees his country go to shit
>told me last week that he is ashamed of what we have come to
>says if trump doesnt become president this country is forever doomed
Pic related is him, He is 90 and still occasionally plays small rounds of golf
pic related is grandpappy now
thats actually my little cousins (I call her my niece, we are family but its my moms cousins daughter, dont really know what to call her so I just say niece and they call me uncle) first holy communion and he was there for around 7 hours just sipping at scotch and trying to relax. He was tired of all the photos lol
yeah lol hes really chill, hes actually the first person to give me a beer. I was 3 I think, he also instead of giving me aleve when I was baby for aching teeth rubbed whiskey or hard alcohol on it
We can retain what made our ancestors great while still finding areas to improve upon. Tradition is valuable and keeps society cohesive. We don't call them the Greatest Generation without cause.
All my grandfather did during WWII was serve in the Navy as a cook on the USS Pope. However, he was there when the ship helped capture the U-505. Pretty cool to go to Chicago and see his name on a plaque commemorating it's capture.
Not related but fuck it, I need an excuse to tell this story. My Grandfather worked for the MoD during the cold war, designed all sorts of shit. The guidance system in laser guided bombs used to terminate sandniggers? He designed some of them. The targetting system in the Tornado ground attack variants? He was behind them. He even assisted with some of the modifications to IDF jets during the 6 day war which allowed them to keep operating. He is 79 now.
Today, It was his birthday. I discussed with him getting my first gun (Britbong and 20 so not really used to it). When I said I was considering getting it for self defence as well as rabbiting he turned and asked me if it was for killing "Coons and Muzzies?". When I said yes, he told me he despised arabs, and the world has gone mad. He still voted remain but he has always been optimistic about the future.
Point out one actual citation.
The Brits actually taught their soldiers the names of the German weapons. The Spandau designation was for the MG-08 and that was the one that had the nameplate on the tripod that led to the name.
>be 9 year old in Hitler Youth when war breaks out
>6 years later drafted into the Waffen SS
>4 days of training then shipped to the front, ride wasnt bad thought, the front was only 2 miles away
>singing songs with a bunch of other teenagers while marching
>suddenly Brad Pitt cuts your best friend in half with a 50 cal
>shipped to a POW camp, spend the next 10 years working as an indentured servant on a Scottish farm
>come home to rubble that was once your village
>The girl you had a crush on was raped to death by the russians
>so was your dog
My *father* was an Ordnance guy, his unit picked up wrecked/damaged/non-working vehicles, repaired them, and took them back to the front. Pic probably related
Closest he got to actual combat was hearing gunfire while evacuating a depot during the Bulge.
Heard all kinds of stories after his dementia kicked in and the TMI switch got destroyed.
The Mg08 was refereed to as a spandau by the british because it was stamped as such. However the term held over into ww2 for all German machine guns. They would have heard stories, fathers, articles growing up.