Ancestor war stories

Any war stories from the past 150 from your family ig

My grandfathers life, pic is him
>at 13 mom gets shit by commies in Spain, joins falangist militia and helps capture Madrid at 16
> At 17 joins blue division with two of his brothers, fights in Volgograd, Velilky Novgorod and Krasny Bor
>inb4 Russians charge with 100 tanks and his platoon is left surrounded, with only grenades some molotovs, rifles and two mg34s.
Russians charge
>machine gunner killed
>abuelo hops onto mg and shoots down an entire wave with his brother Felix
> somehow find an escape route back to field HQ.
>gets sent back home in early 1944 bc main division had already gone home and his SS commander told him you must live to fight communism
>comes to America, joins Army, stationed in Germany
>somehow finds his old war buddies and gets them to join Murica
In '54 he comes back to US and works for the space program
>helps assemble the Saturn V after NASA fired the guy who let Apollo I light the fuck up
> moves back to Spain in '68
>stays till El Caudillo 1975 dies comes back to America
>35 years later he tells 10 yo me this, dies a few weeks later
RIP abuelo

His father was one of Los Últimos de Filipinas, stuck in Baler for 11 months
>My grandfather got a blue division medal, wound badge, iron cross second class from the germansand then an order of military merit from Spain. His father also got the silver order of military merit for holding out in Baler

That's fucking groovy, senpai. You're keeping alive the Falangist spirit as well?

>dad serves in the Persian Gulf
>he tells me how it was basically a turkey shoot
>lots of patrolling down scorched highways while oil fires plumed in the distance
>he says he's reminded of it when he watches Mad Max sometimes
>during one patrol, Iraqis ambush his squad
>despite the Iraqis outnumbering his people, the ambushers panicked and fled when my dad and the other squad guys returned fire
>says they gave chase and shot a few in the back as they ran
>two of them drop to their knees and throw their hands behind their heads, yelling to be taken prisoner

That was about the only eventful thing for him in terms of actual combat. He didn't fire his rifle for the rest of the conflict.

Granddad was a Royal marine in ww2.
>Said that UK anti Armour weapons were shit, apparently if you used a PIAT(?) gun to fight a tank it was a fucking death sentence.
>Would stand around on guard with a machine gun (Not a Bren, probably a Sten as he apparently hated Bren guns and/or gunners) that had no ammo shitting himself because he had no way to fight Germans if they landed.
>Had to sail up and down the channel as bait and when enemies reviled their position to fire at him, a warship further out would blow up the gun placement.
>During D-Day he was ordered not to take prisoners which is a dodgy move for a liberator.
>Wore his beret till the last second on the landing craft because him and the lads knew that of they got blown up in the water they would sink like a fucking rock. Was going to wear is beret throughout the whole shabang but his CO told him to don his tin hat.
>Was late to his objective (A building possibly a hotel, I never met him this is what my dad said not sure what beach either) and whilst on approach a warship shot at the building destroying it.
>Was expected to be dead so when he went to a supply ship to get food they told him to fuck off as they didn't have enough.
>Because the marines got no food, when the Nazis bombed the supply ship some of the marines cheered the Nazis.
My dad would always tear up when bringing up this one, I think it was one of my granddads worst memory's of the war.
>Got into a fight with a RN guy because he got Atlantic and French(?) service star where as the sailor got only the Atlantic star because he never touched down in France.

My grandfather was a well-decorated navy pilot in the Pacific theater in WW2. He died when my dad was a kid and didn't share any really violent stories, but he did say he accidentally killed a whale that he thought was a Japanese submarine.

Granddad was in the 7th Armoured Division during the war. I know he was in Italy but I don't know if he served in France or Germany after that. He was a tank driver (in a Sherman Firefly IIRC) and apparently had photographs of Mussolini's body being displayed in Milan. He also had a Gurka Kukri knife.
My great great uncle was apparently a clerk in the British Army in the pacific and was present at the Japanese surrender. Not sure if that's true but sounds cool.

My great uncle whom I'm named after died at the Battle of Monte Cassino.

>Friends get wounded and stuck out in no-man's-land
>Charges out into enemy fire by himself, grabs one of his comrades and carries him back to safety
>It's not enough, and he runs out into no-man's-land again
>As he's carrying another friend back, a sniper shoots him down

>mfw I'll never know courage like this

Yeah I'm going to a few matches this summer when I go back

Da Bulgarians blew off my Great Great Grandfather's leg in BW2.

So he missed out on WW1 and it arguably saved his life.

Grandpa dropped Agent Orange in Nam and *nearly* got captured. I can greentext if anyone is interested.

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alright here goes
>be grandpanon
>flying back to Da Nang from Ranch Hand drop near the Cambodian border
>he swears that other planes were dropping west of the border, but he never figured that part out
>anyways
>suddenly fukken flak attack
>C-123 badly damaged, definitely won't make it back to Da Nang
>grandpa declares emergency, gets told by air traffic control to put it down at an abandoned French airbase in the Central Highlands, where mechanics will fly out to repair it
>grandpa flies in and lands normally, but he doesn't make it more than 200 feet off the runway before the engines die
>turns out the flak damaged some fuel lines
>anyways grandpa radios the atc guy asking where the mechanics were
>they've landed grandpanon, where the hell are you?
>he tells them Airbase Foxtrot
>atc guy responds with "oh shit"
>grandpa gets told to get out of the C-123 and hunker down with his crew while mechanics fly over
>also air cavalry guys are coming too
>grandpa lolwuts at last part
>turns out the abandoned French airbase is located 5km away from a major NVA infiltration route into South Vietnam
>Grandpa shits bricks
Continue?

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Mexico. Story passed through my father from his father about his uncles.
>Mexico late 1920s. Cristero War.
>Uncle A and Uncle B are both adults and live with their mother.
>Both saw combat during the Mexican Revolution because everyone saw combat during that time.
>Cristero War starts.
>Uncle A sides with the Republic.
>Uncle B sides with the Cristeros.
>War is bizarre, since there are no well defined front lines.
>You can go out to kill some Republicans/Rebels and come back home for dinner.
>This happened here too, but it just happened that both of them lived in the same house.
>Mother forbids both of them to kill each other at home cause killing family is very frowned upon here.
>They didn't talk to each other but they were always at home for supper.
>Uncle B (Cristero) gets captured by Republican forces and was probably going to get hanged from the mail post next to the train tracks or just shot next to a wall.
>Uncle A vouches for his release.
Never go against the family, mijo.

alrighty
>grandpa realizes hes in deep shit now
>him and the rest of the crew hide out in the jungle beyond the edge of the airbase
>he can hear the air cav helicopters in the distance
>fuck yeah
>he can hear distant voices shouting in Vietnamese
>oh fuck no
>air cavalry shows up and lands
>no more than 10 seconds after the helicopters pull away, jungle opposite grandpa lights up with AK fire
>Grandpa pulls out his M1911
>runs out into the middle of the firefight, cursing as he said like a "commie on a bad trip"
>tells the air cav commander the situation, alerts them to the fact that they are practically on an NVA supply route
>this is news to the air cav guy
>hes practically frothing at the mouth in rage that he wasn't made aware of this
>air cavalry team and grandpa haul ass into the jungle
>air cavalry commander yells various orders and curses into the radio until air support arrives
>apparently it was grandpa's lucky day
>some passing Aussie bombers were in the area and dropped their Hanoi Specials on the treeline
>apparently entire trees are sent flying from the explosion
>unfortunately C-123 gets even more fucked from the explosion
>air cavalry decide its time to GTFO before the NVA regiment up the road decides to come and pay a visit
>emergency extraction ensues
Miraculously, no one was killed, and Grandpa ended up buying drinks for the entire air cavalry platoon when they landed. They gave him an honorary air cav tattoo, that he still loves to show me from time to time.

that's pretty cool. Thanks for sharing, user.

Great story, man. Thanks for posting.

this was beautiful

Fuck yeah

>father was in Provisional IRA early 70's
>One operation he was scouting for an RUC Patrol for unit with explosives set down the road
>No show
>Goes home with neighbour/comrade
>Run into UDR checkpoint down rural road
>Panic and dump radio out the side
>Soldier lets them through but was obviously suspicious
>10 minutes after arriving at neighbours house
>UDR commander jumps on the bonnet pointing revolver at them
>They search neighbours house and find small amount of ammo under bed
>Patrol holds them for a few hour giving both beatings with their rifle butts
>Unbewnost to patrol, revolver used to kill another UDR captain hidden in bushes a few yards away
>Probably would've gotten away with killing them both had they found it
>Called RUC in the morning to arrest them
>Case thrown out because UDR cannot legally search household without police escort
>UDR commander implicated in murder of nationalist politician months afterward, nothing came of it
>He became one of the original founders of the DUP and was former MLA
>Doesn't realise IRA planned to use him as victim in proxy bombing event only my father opposed it
>In unrelated situation, father picked up Francis Hughes early seventies when he was on the run
>Told him to turn off car heater or they would be sky high pointing at bag

Anytime

My grandfather told me his grand father fought in ww1 and got gassed my the Germans, apparently he was never the same person. Irish btw

My great grandfathers on my paternal side both died young of complications brought on by gas during ww1.They lived til their late thirties/early forties. My paternal grandfather was hit with shrapnel during the suez crisis and was kicked out of the army eventually for beating a superior officer when he saw him either raping or consensually having sex with a younger soldier.

My Great Grandfather got an honorable discharge after fighting in the Argonnes. Grandad says he refused to ever talk about it, but insisted that granddad join the Navy instead

I know many people will find this strange but this is what my grandpa said to my father

>grandpa is in the italian army
>holy shit
>they don't even have proper weponry
>the winter-boots are made of paper
>they don't even have enough ammunition
>manage to kills some of Tito slavs with the classical sardinian knives and his beretta
>oh the germans are coming
>Italy betrayed Germany?
>wait what
>got in concentration camp
>supplies can't come because of allies bombing
>holy shit those fucking soviets are literally eating themselves
>if someone is sick the nazi had to kill them
>oh shit x2
>luckily he found a golden watch while marching for the camp
>gave it to a german soldier in exchange for a potato a day
>female russians soldiers "liberated" the camp
>start to question prisoners
>the one that talk in italian disappear
>but he talks in sardinian
>the hell is he saying.jpg
>manages to come home
>with a frozen leg, saying blasphemous things against the king

My grandfather was living on the island of Malta when the Nazis/Italians attempted to seize it during WW2.

He told me he survived off eating solely dog for months. He also said that there were so many land mines in the ocean that he would throw a stick in the sea just so that a dog would run after it, and cause a landmine to blow up which would kill fish and cause them to wash up on the shore, so he could then eat them.

Sick ass greentext my dude

Happen to have any pics of the tattoo?

My great gandfather's brother was a pilot in the spanish civil war
>enlist republican air force
>be best buddies with Franco's brother (who btw was a member of izquierda republicana)
>is made prisoner by the nationalists
>leaves jail
>war starts and joins the republicans
>fights during the whole war
>oh shit catalonia is falling to the fascists
>fly to france with almost no oil
>basically crash land
>get french gf (he was married already)
>come back after 10 years
>meet nationalist officer who knew him befor the war and who gives him the military pension and gets him a job in an important company

Unfortunately no, but I can tell you it looks like an ace of spades with " AIR CAV" on it, and a burning jungle behind it.

Pretty dope but he fought on the wrong side desu.

> Great great great ancestor is Scottish

> Fight Cromwell and New Model Army

> Lose

> Get sent as indentured servants to Massachusetts Bay Colony.

> Fight natives

> Lose

> Get rescued by French Canadians

> Become Catholic

Tho not desu >fuck weebs

Alright I have a short one as I don't know too much about what my great grandfather and his father did in the war but I've heard skimmings of a story. Here goes.
>Be my great grandad
>Join the RAF during ww2 to fight the "German menace"
>Do some shit that you never tell anyone
>eventually get assigned as a gunner for a bomber on late night bombing runs of Berlin and thereabouts (I'm pretty sure it was a de Havilland Mosquito)
>Everything goes fine the first few missions
>Go on another mission cause orders
>Everything seems normal
>Just watching the ground go by (because he had to watch for German fighters that were sneaky and came up from underneath)
>Suddenly sees something that is definitely not normal
>Sees two German fighters come roaring up from behind the plane
>Grandpappy shits bricks
>Plane takes a couple hits but nothing serious
>Grandad (as the Scottish man he was) goes apeshit and lights up the fighters
>One goes down and crashes somewhere below and the other just fuck off and gets outta there
>Grandad gets back to base safely

Also his father was in ww1 as infantry. Eventually just get a leg full of shrapnel from artillery. Has to get it amputated and dies soon after.


Pic related great grandad on the right, his father on the left (pre - shrapnel incident)

>soldier come rocket scientist
>left education at 16
U wot?

My grand dad's earliest memories are of his town in England being air raided. He was across the road from his house in a shelter and he heard the bombs dropping. He heard one land really close, across the road in the local church. His brother and his father ran out to see if anyone was hurt and dragged back the priest missing limbs and screaming like crazy who died in front of him.

After that they moved out into the country-side where it was a lot safer but with some brutal parents, he was a menopause child so his mother never wanted him and made it clear, his dad never stopped the abuse, as soon as he could he joined the army and left her and never saw her again.

He also has heaps of stories of working in a manufacturing factory, bombs would literally just fall through the roof (dudds) and they would have to sweep them out onto the street.

Simpler times. He married a German (a fuck you to his family I think).

He went to uni in Spain before he moved to america in 1950

Sure, it's not really long

The Great War.

Basically my great grandfather who was on guard was relieved early by his friend, and then his position that he had just left was destroyed by artillery barrage.

t. edgy right-wing teenager

>Older bro is cop
>Shoots black guy
>Such is life in the dangerous warfare in the streets of Bronx

he is right though :^)

my great uncle got a medal as a chaplin in ww2. He was involved in Italy and ferried a number of wounded men out of a fire-swept zone. Shot in a helmet by a sniper, kept going.

> Be Irish
> Become WWI POW
> Live in Holiday camp in Switzerland during the fighting
> Family hate you for joining the British Army

>Implying that the way i was raised by a veteran of 3 wars against communism makes me edgy
>muerte a los rojos
Damn normies

fucking lit

>Grandfather served in Vietnam
>arrived in late 1967, stationed in Da Nang during the Tet Offensive a few months later
>his station gets attacked at the very start of the offensive, base is caught by surprise
>attack is repulsed a few hours later
>during the fight my grandad gets his right thumb shot nearly clean off, it couldn't be saved and was amputated.
>was deemed unable to effectively handle a rifle without it, was cleared to leave Vietnam and transferred to West Berlin
>took his purple heart and manned watchtowers over the Berlin Wall for the rest of his contract

He always says he got off lucky for it, except complaining that it was a bitch for him to learn writing left handed.

My great grandfather was apparently pretty good at "finding" wine when his airborne unit stumbled into another French town


Also my grandfather told me this and only this about Vietnam

>"I killed more charlie than you got hair on your head"


gross!

>Great Grandfather serves Reichwehr and Wehrmacht 1930-1945 Captain rank by 1945
>Poland, Netherlands, Belgium, France, Yugoslavia then Eastern Front rest of the war.
>1945 he's serving under Walter Wenck,
>His first wife and children killed in Darmstadt air raids
>Forced to smash against the Habe encirclement
>Breaks through, then his sector is closed back on him
>three days straight his unit spends smashing against the Soviets trying to break out with 800 civilians waiting for him
> loses half his unit to the attacks.
>Finally cracks through and files his unit and civilians out as fast as can.
>He's disillusioned now
>Breaks all his radio equipment and marches his troops and civilians through the line and heads straight to the Americans
>Runs into a patrol, spooks them with 200 or so men plus half tracks and a Panzer
>Great Grandfather lets them go and bunkers down and waits
>Patrol comes back with a shitload of infantry and tanks
>Grandfather comes out of garrison and meets the America Major sent to take his surrender. >The pair of them get drunk as he tells the American how his war went
>Hangs out in a prison camp for a while but is released to make room for the denazification program.
>Deemed not a risk and goes back home to Darmstadt out of habit.
>No one is there
>Fuck it, packs up what little he has and decides he's migrating to North America as fast as he could.

1932 Revolution, São Paulo, Brazil.

Orlando:

>Be user's Great Grandmother's Older Brother
>Be in last year of medicine course in university
>1932 Revolution pops up 9th of July where you live
>Enlist in Rebel forces to topple Getúlio Vargas (totalitarian dictator)
>Be incorporated in the 14th of July Battallion (University Battallion)
>Be sent to the Southern Front to fight the traitorous Gauchos
>Sent on scouting mission 21st of July
>Never come back
>Battallion massacred, rebellion crushed
>Last battallion to surrender
>Remains found many years later and put into a mausoleum

Elias:

>Be Lebanese Immigrant
>Also in University, but for dentistry
>Enlist in Rebel Army
>Be coincidentally sent to the same Battallion as Orlando
>??????
>Come back alive after the war
>Become fascist
>Live for many years

Note: Elias = user's Great Grandfather

>great-grandfather is a Hauptmann in charge of an Austro-Hungarian Wach company
>basically garrison/watch duty away from front lines or any real danger
>he got this sort of placement because his uncle was in the general staff
>sat on his ass smoking cigars and chilling with his men the entire war
>the company were mostly Czech and Polish conscripts, most of whom barely knew German
>discipline and organization were non-existent
>his second in command (an Oberleutnant) tried to whip the conscripts into proper soldiers even though my great grandfather told him to knock it off
>kept organizing long late night drills and giving harsh punishments for insubordination
>eventually my great grandfather got really pissed at the Oberleutnant "brutalizing his men"
>asked his uncle to arrange a transfer of the Oberleutnant to the front lines
>the Oberleutnant died in battle a few weeks later

Excerpt from a 1917 letter from my great-great-grandfather to a friend, in which he recounts his son's (my great-grandfather's) tale from the front after the son visited him on leave back in England.

>The boy had just got his lorry back on the road and was waiting for a bit because the landscape ahead was full of German shells. He saw a colonel's car come along from the direction of Pozières. It pulled up opposite him and the colonel got out, apparently to speak with him. Just at that moment a H.Z. shell landed on the car's forewheel blew the whole thing to smithereens and flung the colonel covered with his drivers blood and shreds of flesh under B's lorry. B had been flung there too; the lorry (an American-Peerless) was half demolished and two of the men with B one was killed and the other had his hand blown off. B and the colonel crawled from under the wreck together. The Col. was a horrible sight. He said to B: "For Goodness' sake lets get out of this".

>And B pointed out to him an enormous shell-crater quite near the road. So they crawled along over there taking the wounded man with them. In that crater there were a good many people some dead and some alive and luckily two stretcher-bearers who bandaged the man's arm. Meanwhile B wiped the colonel down with some rags he found lying about, the best way he could; and then they both sat in that hole for an hour and a a half shivering and shaking from the shock. Later the Col. got away down a trench and B went back to his battery where he helped around generally till the evening, when his junior officer arrived with an ammunition convoy with which B returned to the replenishing station. But before daybreak he was back with the battery with another ammunition convoy. And now said B "whenever the Col. sees me on the roads he waves his hand to me, though I am certain he doesn't know my name"

Howd he get to America user?

my grandpa got thrown in jail in the philippines while in the navy during the korean war for starting a fight with someone who tore a hole in the roof of a convertible with a fountain pen

He hung out in Aachen for several years, staying in a state of perpetual drunkenness, learning English and doing manual labor for peanuts, all the while getting rejected US citizenship, He heard Canada was taking on people, so he said fuck it and applied for Canadian citizenship and got it first try, mostly because they were screaming for people people settling in the Prairies.

He got to the middle of Canada in 48, found himself a nice little Anglo girl (Him 6'3+, her 5'2ish ), whose parents HATED him, settled down and started his second family.

When my Grandma was 16, Her dad took the whole family back to Germany for the summer. They ended in Darmstadt and it was the only time in her life she say her dad cry and it wasn't until she was married and had her own family that she learned what had happened.

nice

>great grandfather (mom's side) is serving in WWII, western front
>towards the end of the war
>Fighting in village
>Opp (don't know if German or SS volunteers etc.)
>sweep through and kill literally everyone else with him.
>he gets shot twice
>one in the abdomen, and again, in the lower intestine
>on the floor, from loss of blood, slowly passing out
>Opp cracking people in the head with rifles, shooting or stabbing them if they move
>passes out
>wakes up in deserted village, bodies around the area
>large blunt wound to his skull
>they cracked his skull with a rifle, while he was passed out
>he was spared a shot to the head, by being unresponsive

He was never the same, though. Oddly, that's not the interesting part of his life. He went on to be stabbed with a rocking chair, by his wife, steal two horses, moonshine,get popped by revenuers and do two years on a chain-gang, survive a hurricane on a shrimp boat, getting blown well inland, and supposedly kill a man over a cock fight.

That's my only Veeky Forums ancestor, that I know of. Grandpa on dad's side was just a tailgunner in a bomber. Despite taking part in the invasion of Normandy, the only story of his is receiving the silver star for escorting an officer out of a nasty situation, in a jeep, and getting shot at while skying, in France.

Both of them were loveless, violent drunks, though.

There's also a picture of him (ancestor the greentext was about) standing on a mound, with his neighbor, smiling. That neighbor turned out to be a serial killer and rapist. That mound had the body of a young boy in it. The neighbor would put out an ad for teenagers to help him on his shrimp boat, they'd go to an "interview", and never be seen again. There were apparently a good many such mounds on his property, before he was arrested.

I know it sounds like "I'm related to Jesse James and had ancestor on the Mayflower"-tier, but people were just violent, criminal and tough as nails, back then.

My great grandfather killed gooks and got captured in a jap camp

>Grandpa 1
>Engineer for the BFE in ww2
>part of the rearguard in dunkirk,chilling a bit behind the lines
>something explodes near him, shrapnel in the lung and leg, gets trapped under dead buddies corpse for 24 hours before being relieved
>massive alcoholic and childbeater
he was a right cunt, even if it was understandable why he got quite fucked up

>Grandpa 2
>worked on a military base during Suez
>sold hardware to the local egyptians on the sly
> lost all proceeds in gambling

Apparently my great grandfather died in the battle of Jutland, so my phams really covered itself in glory.

Uncle fought for the northern alliance in Afghanistan and was a tank gunner or something along the lines. He and his friends stood and held a position until they were hit by RPG fire, he was the only survivor from what I know and he has alot of mental problems now like amnesia.

We said war stories user, not terrorists

There is a old polish movie with the exact same plot, c.k. dezerterzy if i remember correctly.

>Grandpa was a cartographer during the Chaco War
>never saw action, but handled a couple terrain studies for manouvers conducted by Estigarribia
>recently a couple of paraguayan history books on the conflict name him as a pilot
>was terrified of flying all his life

Aaaand that's it.

>Grandfather a Dutch guy living in >Indonesia in the 40's

>Japanese invade Indonesia and puts my >grandfather on a boat

>Working in a shitty Japanese camp and >has to do shitty tasks

fast forward a bit

>Atomic bomb that struck nagasaki also >struck the Japanese camp my >grandfather was in

>he luckily survived that shit since he fell >in a trench he'd never tell about it and >his wife thought he was dead so she >had a new husband

>never met my grandfather he'd never tell >my family anything about it

sorry for shitty greentext

Pole here
My great grandfather worked as guard in one of the numerous Polish Death Camps

you wish

>My Great Grandfathers are both farmers and political dissidents in Colombia during the Civil War

>It's called La Violencia not necessarily because of how many people died but because of the brutality of the conflict

>Colombian necktie and stuff like that becomes popularized around this period. Leftists would murder nuns and priests, Priests would give sermons encouraging the murder of communists ect.

>Great Grandfather on my father's side was a socialist.

>Got into arguments with guys over politics while at work.

>Would ask my grandmother to go fetch him his pistol so he could basically have gunfights with guys he was having disagreements with

>Would come home for dinner after he was done murdering someone

>Other Great Grandfather was practically a /pol/ fantasy

>Super Catholic

>Super right wing

>Literally didn't think communists were humans

>Often bragged about how many socialists he killed during riots in town


One of my great uncle's also fought for the Colombian army in Korea. They were the only Latin American soldiers who fought in the UN coalition. Apparently he was stricken with PTSD after seeing the chinks zergrush his lines. Never met him but everyone basically says he's insane.

tfw you great-grandfather was a meme so you'll be instantly recognised

why the fuck couldn't you greentext properly

>Grandfather lifes in a small village in the mountains of Austria
>pretty big farmer family, has 3 older brothers and some sisters, 9 children in total
>is about 10 years old when the war breaks out
>gets to be auxiliary instructor in his HJ group since they lack people
>two of his brothers die in the war, one of them during the retreat from Stalingrad
>gets drafted himself two years later in 1944
>is sent to the Balkans together with a friend
>some months later their unit breaks apart and he and his friend decide to run for it together
>they make it back to Austria, have to beg for food and work for their stay at some places, trying to get back to their home village
>at some point they pass over a bridge that was apparently guarded by british forces but they didn't even notice each other until later
>get told no one gets into or out of the City of Graz unnoticed
>they make it in and out by train anyways to get his friend treatment for his blisters and new socks
>one week later they arrive back at their hometown, grandfather arrives at his family's farm in his tattered clothes
>recovers for 3 days and gets sent to the mountain pastures to hide him
>war ends eventually

Not very eventful but I guess it's something.
Meanwhile my grandmother was brought to my grandfathers hometown from Vienna. I don't know what exactly her family was doing in Vienna. What I do know though is that they were members of the NSDAP and had some higher positions in Vienna. To quote my grandmother "if we hadn't gotten out of Vienna before the allies arrived they would have hanged our family for sure". But she won't talk about the specifics. Can post some pics though.

Grandparents have this memorial tablet at home with all the local people who served in the war. Bottom line says "We were called, we did our duty". The guy in the middle on the right is my grandfahter.

Picture from the HJ

Also the Cross of Honour of the German Mother his mother received for 9 children.

Noice

>grandfather is born in the Polish-Soviet war
>son of peasants near Minsk
>grows up to be drafted when the Germans and commies invade
>kills commies until he's captured, isn't an officer so he doesn't get KATYNed
>gets deported to concentration camps in Siberia
>Churchill gets Stalin to declare an 'amnesty' for the Poles in captivity so he can use them in his jewish war
>grandfather marches all the way down to Kazakhstan to be armed in Wladyslaw Anders' force
>has to eat out of bins and nearly starves
>goes through Iran, into the middle east
>chills in Palestine for a while
>fights in North Africa
>goes to Monte Cassino, watches his friend get swept away down a river before he can save him from drowning
>one of the few war stories that were told to my family is where he shoots a German coming over a ridge, where he looks him in the eyes
>stupid fucking normalfag family can't recall anything else before he died because theyre apathetic fucking normies
>he ends up coming to the UK and settling cos Stalin would probably fuck his shit up if he went back
>lives in a community with a ton of Ukrainian Waffen SS fugitives
>gets along great

Oh and

>regularly goes to an old Polish veterans drinking hole
>when they meet they all sing Italian songs they sung when they cleared the dead from Monte Cassino

baka

[spoiler]you have to keep your family's tradition alive, user, HEIL HITLER[/spoiler]

Granddad was in the US Merchant Marine during WW2. Amazing guy, was doing trips around Cape Horn in his early 20s with nothing but a few extra pairs of socks. After the war he had his full "any ocean, any tonnage" master's licence by age 28 (practically unheard of) and became a ship pilot on the Panama Canal (basically theverything toughest pilots job to qualify for).

Anyways, during the war he was 2nd mate on a Liberty cargo ship in the Pacific which was torpedoed by a Japanese submarine. Then the first mate and Captain took off in the only motorized lifeboat, leaving him (20-something good years old) to get the rest of the crew into the oar powered lifeboats and off the ship. They were not in a convoy, and so no help was coming immediately. They were near Tonga somewhere, and made it to an isolated island where they survived off of emergency rations and crabs for a week until they were rescued.

MI6 gtfo

Paternal grandfather

>get drafted towards end of WWII
>assigned to be a cartographer despite knowing nothing about making maps
>getting shipped out for impending land invasion of Japan
>nukes go off
>no land invasion
>hang out in Japan and pay some Japanese dude in cigarettes to make maps for you
>get moved over to Korea when things were starting to heat up
>repeat map making scam
>at outpost near modern Korean DMZ
>people from north come to attack base
>.50 cal mounted on roof of base
>go to shoot it at Koreans
>there's no bullets for it
>just point it at them to scare them
>it works

My father side.

Im Russian, My grandmother lost 5 brothers and sisters to Starvation Durring WW2 (in her exact words) (We where hungry so we ate mushrooms, so the story goes... We are from Odessa Ukraine and the Germans bombed all of the trains with food so the only thing that got through was Sugar.

My step father, His father, well they are from Belarus, his dad was lived through the biggest Tank battle in history.
He died shortly after.
My stepfather side, is in the higher ranks of the Duma, His brother secretly.... well =) He does not think well of America... get fucked in his words.

Most of my family died long story short.

My family lived through comunism, ask away if You want.

>the first mate and Captain took off in the only motorized lifeboat

What a twat. That can't be legal.

Supporting terrorists is wrong, user

>grandpa was born in Cuba and through a program he was able to be taken to Miami with only a suitcase full of things
>doesn't bring a extra pair of clothes, any pictures, just a whole bunch of Cuban cigars to sell
>while hes in Miami, meets my grandmother and they get together
>Cuban revolution happened during this time and Castro takes over
>grandpa is called by CIA and given training
>he fights in the bay of pigs and lives to tell the tale.

>Great uncle joins the RAF
>becomes a rear gunner in a heavy bomber
>mission to mainland Europe
>gets shot down over the North Sea
>presumed KIA

My dad was in Z-Team, bitch.

>Father was in Iraq
>Knew a guy that replaced his plates with tire rubber
>Got shot
>The guy died because no plates

>grandma stole socks and gave em to russian pows
>great great grandpa shot a bunch of germans and got a few medals

cause I was at school while I was typing this on my phone on a shitty app.

Great Grandfather X5
>Confederate Army 1st Alabama I believe
>Marched to Gettysburg PA
>Commander by the name of Pickett is ordered to march his men across an open mile of hill towards cemetery ridge after the largest artillery attack in the world to date
>Confederates are gunned down
>Survives this
>Marches back down south
>Battle of Chattanooga
>Men beaten and pushed back to Missionary Ridge
>Wounded
>captured
>dies at Rock Island IL POW Camp

Great Grandfather
>Dawes act Cherokee
>Joins US Army as an artilleryman
>Pancho Villa sacks Clovis
>Sent into Mexico to kick his ass under General Pershing
>Sent to France to fire Artillery in WWI
>hit by a train hunting rabbits when he gets back

Dad
>Served end of WWII Occupation force in Germany
>Fights in Korea
>Fights in Vietnam and Laos and Cambodia


I'm like the shit posting version of Colonel Dan. Except I didnt join the army I stayed home and played on the internet.

>moms dad already has a family and a bum leg from when he was a kid when the big one starts so he never got drafted
>he still took a nice couples photo with grandma because he thought they would draft him anyway and then his bum leg would lead him to die almost instantly

Dads side

>pawpaw too young for WW2, but all his siblings serve in it. Including his sister whos some army nurse or something.
>he ends up joining during the Korean War
>becomes a cryptographer
>stationed in the Philippines

I dont really know much. I didnt even know he was in the army until a few years ago when we were watching tv and the news said something about how the army is getting new beds at boot camp and he said "hehe I wish I had something that comfortable back when I was in the army!"

Please tell me more. This sounds like a very interesting story.

Any deets about BOP?

>shitposting dan noice
>he was a cpt. I thought

Who are you saying this to
Are you a...
>newfag

>no cool war stories to tell to my prospective future grandkids
>probably too autistic to become some sort of mercenary in africa or the ME and I wouldn't know how anyway

Not war story but interesting.

>Grandfather is in National Guard for the state of Louisiana.
>Hurricane Audrey hits
>Helps evacuate people.
>Blades of grass stuck in wooden fence posts due to wind.
>Gets nasty cut on his cheek from one of the blades of grass.
>Helps a family out of their home
>They have a baby less than a year old
>Wind sweeps baby out of mother's arms.
>never seen again
>Spends month sorting corpses in a gymnasium between hurricane victims and ones already dead and had just popped out due to flooding and moist ground