QUOTE(DoomedOne @ Nov 12 2005, 08:35 PM)
My Grandpa was a POW at a Nazi prison is France. He was part of a big escape and as far as he knows he's the only guy that survived that night. He made it to England and served the rest of the war as a Liason between the Eisenhower staff and the Belgium underground.
My Dad finished top of his class at Officer school but they promised you go to Officer School for two years and you're exempt from the draft. They wanted him to finish Officer school and go on to become an officer but he refused, so they drafted him anyway. In Vietnam he served as First Cavalry, and his best friend was killed by Friendly Fire, half his Platoon was blown up by a rogue missile and he got shot twice losing 3/4 of his intestines. To this day he still has a bullet in him that the VA says is far too risky to remove. He has PTSD and a hernia caused by shot-wounds which he had repaired twice but kept coming back because he's ordered to stay off his feet for two months so his gut will set, but he can't, if he doesn't work for that long he'd end up on the streets. Meanwhile the Legislative and Executive branch in this country CONTINUE to lower Veterans' Benefits.
There, two war-stories from my family. Oh, one more, probably the most heroic thing my Dad did in Vietnam.
There was a prisoner these Officers had tied to a tree and they were trying to interrogate him. Meanwhile my Dad and his friend who were patrolling that night came across this scene. I forgot what they had my Dad and his friend doing but eventually they were finished interrogating and the commanding Officer just said, "Okay take care of him," and left so the other guy ordered his subordinate to shoot him in the head. My Dad and his friend were like, "What the? No, that's not what he meant!" and refused to let them kill the prisoner until the commanding officer returned. They confirmed it and he said, "No I meant helicoptor him out of here."
Of course, later the officer that was going to shoot him said, "You know the only reaosn he got helicoptored out of here was because of you two and once they reach 700 feet they're going to drop him."
Sorry to hear that you're family has gone through so much. I hope the next president sees that veterans will get the help they deserve.
My Russian Grandmother was put in a large Nazi work and concentration camp called Spandau. She was about 14 years old at the time and factory jobs and the job of looking in the clothing of concentration inmates for jewlery and other hidden treasures like money and messages. She was given an easier time than other prisoners because she had blonde hair and many other features of Hitler's idea of the master race and because she reminded a guard of his daughter. As the war started to end and Russia pushed forward along with Canada, America, France and England, she put the clothes of a school girl on she had found duing her second job and walked out of the camp.
My great uncle (I believe that's what he would be) was shot dow during WW2 and broke just about every bone in his body. I don't exactly know what battle he was flying in but I believe he was shot down in England. He survived and lived a very happy life.
Sorry to do this a day late, but I was too busy watching every memorial and piece of history on tv. Also, I bought AOE3 about two weeks ago. Anyways, happy Veterans Day.