War stories??

[Sophtware]

Anyone have a war story they heard a old family member tell or a old person that you heard talk about there war story.

Here's one i was told a while ago.


I know this old man..he was in WW2..and he told me his story, here goes.

There were two brothers that landed on the american part of the normandy beaches on D-DAY, one of them was killed
and the other one survived..well the u.s. govt ****ed up
and sent two death letters home to the brothers mother...but when in fact it was only one brother that died...so the mother commited suicide. Pretty ****ed eh?

[HarryW]

That's not nice :(

As a matter of fact I do have one. My great uncle Alf was in WW2 (English in case you hadn't guessed ;)) and one thing he used to do when he was in the trenches was sneak over at night and kidnap Germans for interrogation... but that's not the actual story.

One time he and his unit (or whatever) were sort of stranded and desperately needed to get a message to some friendlies - command-type people somewhere around the area - but they were under fire from a heavy machine gun emplacement. They had sent three runners with a message but they had all been killed. My Great Uncle Alf volunteered to try, and somehow managed to make it through, running through a couple of hundred yards of heavy machine gun fire. He delivered the message, in case you hadn't guessed that by now. I don't know any more than that, but I do know he was one of the few to receive the Victoria Cross for his bravery. Remarkable chap really.

[Sophtware]

I also had some distant cousins that were fighting with the marines on the island of okinawa, in WW2.

When they came back home, they just wasnt the same..not insane..just different, so i was told.

My mothers stepfather was also in WW2 Fighting the japanese
And my mom used to tell me what would happen when she was a little girl, how he would flip out and baracade himself and her and her brother and other sister behind a couch and he would have his rifle screaming orders too his "phantom troops" too attack , War is sad, real sad.


Oh well...... :(

[Ianpbaker]

It's only a song but it's lyrics are exactly how I feel

"War, what is it good for, absolutley nothing"

Ian

[HarryW]

Alternative lyrics:

"WAR, never had so much fun!
WAR, never had so much fun!
Go for your weapon,
kill em with your gun.
Kill em right in their uniform
right in the Sun."

Okay, who recognises it? ;)

[Ianpbaker]

worms, one of all time favorite games

[HarryW]

Close but no cigar. Come on Ian I expect better from you ;)

[Ianpbaker]

worms 2 ? you fickilty bastard

[HarryW]

Bastard, yes, but I'm not just being picky. It ain't from Worms or Worms 2 or from any other soil-dwelling creature related game ;)

[HarryW]

Oh and I just remembered that it's actually "WAR, never been so much fun" in case that helps.

[HarbringerOfVole]

That point and click real time shhot em up with cute graphics, a place called Boot Hill, were the graves were, just forget the name...also had funky movie sequences, I also remember level names (Like 'My beautiful Skidoo')
Grrr....Why can't I remember the name????

[Juan Carlos Rey]

My grand father didn´t want to go to Spanish Civil War, so he took all of his teeth off. Authorities declared him apt, so he chopped all his right hand fingers. Still apt. So he took his right leg. Still apt. So he chopped off another part of his body. He escaped war, but now he was not able to be my grand father. :confused:



[Edited by Juan Carlos Rey on 10-10-2000 at 09:33 PM]

[Sophtware]

Just sick you are ;)

ba boom pish!!

[Bjwbell]

lol

[HarryW]

I'm gonna have to hand it to HanbingerOfVole :)

It was...... *Drum roll*.... Cannon Fodder! Yes, that stupid little game that looked like sensible soccer turned nasty ;)

Congrats HOV, I didn't think of any prizes but... uhmmm.... here, have a kick up the ass *Kick* :)

Don't thank me, you're welcome ;)

[Ianpbaker]

Dohh, sorry harry, memory is getting bad in my old age, I now remember the worm son which was also very amusing

Ian

I don't know if this qualifies as a war story, but the VA tried to sue my mother for the GI Bill payments for my tuition at Ole Miss, because they claimed I was dead.

DerFarm

[Juan Carlos Rey]

Sorry about my bad joke.
But you don´t have to go back to WWII or to civil war to find sad stories. Just read the papers.
In my neighborhood, a young man tried to rob a drugstore. The boy in charge of it (17 years old) resisted, and was shot to dead. His father, a police officer, alerted by neighbors, rushed in, and couldn´t withstand seeing his son dead, so he took his gun and killed himself right there.

[Edited by Juan Carlos Rey on 10-11-2000 at 09:34 PM]

[Sophtware]

I remember when i was about 16.. i was at my father's place of business and we were eating our lunch..then all of a sudden i heard 4 loud bangs coming from behind our place..so i went to the back fence too look what was going on (i thought it was fireworks)...then i saw this guy shot dead,.... i just remember his dead body lying there with a bullet hole in his head , one in his stomach, and his hand.
His eyes were rolled back into his head and you could barely see the black in his eyes.The flies were already landing on him and doing there business.


Then about 6 months later i heard from someone around the neighborhood where the guy was killed, that he used too wait outside a check cashing store and wait for old people too come walking out of the check cashing place and then rob them.I guess it is true..what goes around comes around.


.....:( you know it is sad..too actually see a dead person..you start wondering what were there last thoughts were...did they feel any pain..or did they just die.

Here it is 5 years later and i still remember that site as if it was yesterday, why i remember IT so ****ing clearly and not something else like a happy moment from my childhood is beyond me.

And that aint the first time i seen a dead person that close either.I can understand why some veterans of any war just start crying all of a sudden.

Well **** it whatever.

[Guv]

A Major who was a friend of my fathers used to cry and tell about his friend when he got drunk. He and a childhood friend went to West Point together. They had been buddies all their lives. The Major's friend had saved his life on at least one occasion. One day the Major was in charge of evacuating about 500 men from a position being subjected to intense artillery fire. His friend had been mortally wounded (gut wounds), but was conscious. The major ordered stretcher bearers to put an unconscious man with a minor scalp wound on a stretcher. His friend begged to be put on the stretcher instead. The major just turned away. He made the correct military decision by saving the man who would recover, but he could never forget that his friend died feeling betrayed.

The vaguely humorous story was told to me by man who was old when I was a boy. When he was a young man, he knew a man named Hank who was missing one leg at the knee. Hank told stories about losing the leg in some various heroic ways during the Civil War. The stories were all different. One day, the young man told Hank he knew he was lying, and wanted to know what really happened. Hank said that he did not think adults believed his stories, but wanted to amuse the young children who listened to him. He said the real story was that he was 13 and lived near a battle field. He saw cannon balls rolling along a road that passed by his house. He thought they were moving slowly and decided to stop one. He put his foot through a steel picket fence in front of a cannon ball. It might have been moving slowly, but it weighed a lot. His knee joint was demolished, and the doctors at the time could do nothing but amputate it.