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.