Today the poppy is worn on Remembrance Day, the 11th of November. At 11 o’clock on that day, everyone is asked to be silent for just two minutes. The silence is a chance to remember all those who have died in wars and to be glad that we are not at war today.
Not to forget the troops today, Both Past and present.
"Today goes to them and all those that have served in the line of duty."
My moms dad was a U.S. Combat engineer in World War II. He got drafted. He hated it. I believe he was a private, or a corporal.
“You can tell it’s an 88. By the whistling sound they make. When they fly over your head.”
My moms uncle was an U.S. soldier in Italy during World War II.
Him, and one of his buddy’s was in a church tower on look out. His buddy got bored so he stated shooting at Pigeon’s.
My moms uncle saw a Panzer tank in the background. Moving it’s canon towards the tower.
He started running down the stairs. The concussion of it blasted him down the stairs. His lived. But his buddy died
My dad dad’s cousin. He was on one of the pacific islands. During World War II. He was one of the guy’s with the flamethrower’s. He died by friendly fire.
My dad’s dad. Was a U.S. soldier stationed in Berlin. During the occupation. He was an [-Yoink!-]. He was going to the bathroom. Some German guy said something to him. He asked his buddy what he said. He buddy said he called him an [-Yoink!-]. My grandpa beat the [Yoink!] out of the German guy. What’s funny is that his buddy knows no German at all.
The other time he was ridding on one of those flatbed transports. some German old guy on a bicycle was ridding beside them. My grandpa kicked the front tire.
I believe him, and some buddy’s of his. Were setting gas bomb’s on top of hills. The Russian’s would ran up to the hill’s to see what was going on.
He made corporal for the day. He went to Paris to celebrate. But he wasn’t on leave. So when he got back. He got demoted.
His 4 brothers also severed in the military.
One was a Captain in the National Guard. (He died this year.)
One worked on helicopters.
One was a guard at some nuclear test site.
The other 1 did something.
My cousin was a U.S. soldier in Iraq. He got back sometime ago. Now he’s a State Trooper in Alaska.
> "Today goes to them and all those that have served in the line of duty."
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> My moms dad was a U.S. Combat engineer in World War II. He got drafted. He hated it. I believe he was a private, or a corporal.
> “You can tell it’s an 88. By the whistling sound they make. When they fly over your head.”
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> My moms uncle was an U.S. soldier in Italy during World War II.
> Him, and one of his buddy’s was in a church tower on look out. His buddy got bored so he stated shooting at Pigeon’s.
> My moms uncle saw a Panzer tank in the background. Moving it’s canon towards the tower.
> He started running down the stairs. The concussion of it blasted him down the stairs. His lived. But his buddy died
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> My dad dad’s cousin. He was on one of the pacific islands. During World War II. He was one of the guy’s with the flamethrower’s. He died by friendly fire.
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> My dad’s dad. Was a U.S. soldier stationed in Berlin. During the occupation. He was an [-Yoink!-]. He was going to the bathroom. Some German guy said something to him. He asked his buddy what he said. He buddy said he called him an [-Yoink!-]. My grandpa beat the [Yoink!] out of the German guy. What’s funny is that his buddy knows no German at all.
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> The other time he was ridding on one of those flatbed transports. some German old guy on a bicycle was ridding beside them. My grandpa kicked the front tire.
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> I believe him, and some buddy’s of his. Were setting gas bomb’s on top of hills. The Russian’s would ran up to the hill’s to see what was going on.
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> He made corporal for the day. He went to Paris to celebrate. But he wasn’t on leave. So when he got back. He got demoted.
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> His 4 brothers also severed in the military.
> One was a Captain in the National Guard. (He died this year.)
> One worked on helicopters.
> One was a guard at some nuclear test site.
> The other 1 did something.
>
> My cousin was a U.S. soldier in Iraq. He got back sometime ago. Now he’s a State Trooper in Alaska.
Thank you for your post and sharing, great to read =)
Today is a day for respect, I don’t care if you’re pro military, or anti military, today is the day to put all of that aside and show respect to those who served, with out those who served, the USA would not be what it is today. Freedom is not as free as every one thinks, we have our freedom today because of strong and brave men and women, who put their lives in harms way to protect those they love, and served their nation. They signed their name on the doted line, and swore an oath to serve, they have many reasons for signing up, but the fact that they did shows that they should get every ounce of respect they deserve, They did something not many can, and want.
I have family who’ve served, most of whom has past on, some have retired. Right now I’m half way into my enlistment.
It’s a bit confusing for me because my not-so-distant ancestors were Canadian, British, German, Russian, and French, and they all fought in both wars. Soldiers on both sides fought well, regardless of their commanders’ intent.
> It’s a bit confusing for me because my not-so-distant ancestors were Canadian, British, German, Russian, and French, and they all fought in both wars. Soldiers on both sides fought well, regardless of their commanders’ intent.
Soldiers are just soldiers they follow orders, and personally I think today should be a world wide holiday to remember vets from around the world, not just in the US.
We all have ancestors from some where in the world.
I grew up in a family of three veterans. My father, my godfather, and my grandfather.
My grandfather served in the Pacific during WWII, and my father and godfather were in Vietnam, Marines and Army respectively. My friend, PFC Miller of the US Army died last year in Afghanistan from an IED, and was one of the coolest and most awesome people I ever knew. I’m named after a soldier my father served under in Vietnam.
They’re five of the best people I have ever known (aside from Paul Baker, who I never met, obviously) (rest my grandfather’s, Miller’s, and Baker’s souls,), and I’m honored to be in (and to have been in) their lives.