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i didnt see a thread on this yet...

well, yes folks.... 60 years since the most decisive battle in World War II... the allied offensive began this day 60 years ago in 1944, at midnight. bombers, 101st and other airborne, normandy beach stormings... then to battle of the bulge, and the capture of berlin and the fall of germany and its nazi party. yes people, 60 years ago americans, british, and yes, the canadians too, joint together to fight off the germans from western europe and liberate its people from hitler.

anywho... does anyone have family members who took part in d-day, or WWII in general? share some stories? thoughts? just remember what our soldiers lived and died for on that cold day in france...
 

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i dont know (atleast i dont think i do) anyone who was in d-day, but i do have a thought on it.

whoever planned it out was a freakin genius. i mean incredible. they managed to bluff hitler into thinking the actual attack was going to take place somewhere far away on the other side of france, and even kept hitler thinking the actual invasion (with 4,000 ships and millions of troops) was a fake so the real could be held at the other location. this bought time to establish a beach head they no doubt would have had far more trouble establishing if the panzer division hitler had on the other side had been there.

simply incredible
 

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yes it was incredible...
my grandfather was in WWII but i dont know if he took part in dday he was a paratrooper i dont like to ask him about it he doesnt really like talking about it
my dad was in 'nam also
 

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My grandfather fought in WWII, and yes, he stormed the beach. I've always loved hearing him talk about it, I hope that someday I'll have combat stories to share, but nothing will ever compare to this. 5,000 US soldiers lost their lives on that day, just so that the freedoms you and I hold so dear would be upheld, and to free the world from the Nazi regime. Never forget it.

As my grandfather would say "Rangers lead the way."
 

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i dont think any of us can imagine what it must have felt like to sit in your boat waiting for the door to drop at the beach front, the abundance of bodies, bullets, and just mass confusion taking place all at once. the shelling and bombing from the beach and beyond. no matter how many movies we watch, it just is never as real

besides the beach, just think if u were airborne, having a messed up drop zone somewhere in france behind enemy lines, usually without your correct group, missing weapons from the drop.... the AA fire from below and planes being shot down. its just amazing.

also, the week d-day was planned was expected to be severely stormy and they didnt think they would have had a chance to pull through with it. luckily enough there was a window of opprotuinity and it was on the right day.

ALSO..... the first "attack" was with british special forces droped in on glider planes to take over a bridge behind the beach. just so happens when the germans called in reinforcements for tanks, hitler was sleeping and they needed his order to do so, and no one was going to wake him up due to fear of him getting angry. and rommel's wifes birthday just so happened to be on june 6th and he was out celebrating it, therefor not being able to take command. if either of these events werent on that particular day, d-day could have very well been a disaster

and people, dont forget the pacific theatre, and the men who served just as bravely over there
 

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You can always make me think deeply about things P4IN7 B4LLS. My grandfather took ROTC at some colledge in texas but they didn't let him go to war because he was to good of a football player. My best friends grandfather fought in the italian campaign (obviolsly for the americans) his storys are pretty disturbing.
 

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try to imagine coming out of the boat, all of the water around you stained red in blood, stepping on dead bodies as you try to reach your objective, having machine gun, sniper fire, mortars, and artillary fired at you, seeing all of your friends ripped into pieces by the machine guns, seing people stepping on landmines, seing people laying with their guts all over the place...


people sacrificed a lot for a cause they werent even sure of, yet its pretty sad people dont appreciate what they did for us and the whole world.
 

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My other grandfather was in the Pacific Theater. He has horrible stories to tell. I still have a samurai sword he stole off a Japanese officer charging his foxhole, and my grandfather shot his face off with a Garand and ganked his sword. But he also has bad stories, especially the one where his best friend walked out of his tent in the morning and was hit DIRECTLY with a mortar round from the Japanese. They only found his boot.

None of us CAN understand the mental anguish these men are going through right now either. Seriously, if your BEST FRIEND was blown to bits with a mortar, what the hell does that do to yuor mind? A helluva lot, that's what.
 

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my grandfather was a Litentiant *sp?* Paratrooper. Foguht in D-Day and WWII. I loved his stories but hes... kinda in a grave now. :-/
 

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both of my grandparents died in battle, one in WW2 and the other in veitnam........

my grandfather in WW2 was a army sniper and was killed June 15th, several days after D-Day, outside of parents after being dropped behind enemy lines. i didnt know that the allies made it this close to paris that soon but he and his unit were very very close.

my other grandfather was a fighter pilot in vietnam and was killed in KaySuan(spelling)

he was shot down.


both of these were huge losses for my family but its too bad that i didnt get to meet either of them and I never got to hear any stories
 

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Khe San. Sorry, just thought I'd show you the correct spelling of where your family member died.

Vietnam was tough. My uncle served there, he was a recon runner in a super secret organization you've probably never heard of, called SOG. Boy, he tells scary ass stories.
 

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my grandpa was in WWII but i didnt hear any stories cuz he died of cancer.
 

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You're climbing down a the net of your destroyer that is shelling the land that you are descending on. The only thought in your head is 'whats next?'. As your just standing there, the person beside you begins to violently vomit and the man to your left is saying a prayer which you are hoping he has included you in. the fear and anticipation has confused you. the great victory you that is coming hasnt crossed your mind and is cluttered with the noise of violent slaps of waves against your higgins.

the instructors told you that once this gate drops you are to run out. They never told which way or to stay low or to fire on impact, its all a blur. on your approach of the beach the shells from your destoryer which are supposed to be pounding the reinforcement aren't hitting it and have left the enemy rather unscathed. The long wait is upset by an exploding shell form the lufawaffe and you're sent hurdling into the beach. Shells are ripping by your head underwater and the yuo cant see the sun through the red nightmare. finally after a few seconds you bring your head above water to hear the screams of wounded friends who not more then 30 minutes before were laughing at the blonde joke. Dragging yourself onto the beach isnt the end.

Sand is flying at your feet and the screams for help are smuther by the exploding shells of morters and over head artillary. the sky is black from smoke and flying debris. Hell is a paradise to this place. As you climb the beach head you feel a soft hand touch, like a touch from a gentle breeze back home in montana on the fields. The brief seren memory is quickly ravaged by the rude awakening of the hands owner, known only by the missing legs and torn torso. Blocking him out is impossible as the imagine is burned into your eyes. Running from the shells and the wounded, you finally find a bank with some cover and vilently start digging into it with your hands only to relize under the sand is a helmet. this isnt a normal helmet, it has 2 white bars on it, giving it the leutinent ranking. Apon further insepction you find a small hole in it with the almost empenitrable metal pealed away bringing the reality of your safetly back..... the reality that you haven't any. Someone down the line is yelling at a man who is with out a doubt lost his wit and huddled in a hole. You're tapped on the shoulder. fearing what will appear you wont look but slowly, the curiosity has taken over and it is the leutinent with one plan, to take this beach as his own, and you just got recruited. the plan is to get some bagalores and blow the barb wire fence to hell and breech through the hole. the search for the bagalores results in piles of mass corpses cluttering your mind with the images and the thought 'Am I next?' Finally the locating of the key holder has paid off and the wall is desimated with a thunderous roar leaving a ringing. clearing the wall and finding a hole to fight off the nazi scum is comparable to beating a bees nest and running from them with the bees being 50 caliber machine gun shell with one intention: to kill you. Relizing your fate as a casualty is plagueing you. the only thing left is to dodge those bullets and let the knife sink into their hearts. The sound of ricocheting shells is defening and drowns out the screams from the dieing. As the subsiding begins yuo know your job, to send the brass kisses into the wind and wish their paths the choice. But this mental visualization is cut short by a ripping sensation as the unknown pain sears through your body. you can feel the screams inside being realesed as the glance at your arm reveals a cherry sized hole in your upper arm. Your body begins to become colder as the warm life leave you. laying there you wish for the end to come faster as the final minutes of your life fade away. just as all hope is gone, a stiff hand takes ahold of you with only a blurry image of a green light glistence infront of you. An olive angel in hell? Being dragged, a stiff and solid object clashes with your spine sending a chilling reality that you're not in heaven yet. As if god doesnt wont you, a man runs over to tend to your bleeding arm with only a white clothe and a little bit of sedetive. you ask this man, " Is it over?". His discrouraging shaking of his head makes you tense and a tear almost forms but your too weak to cry and to proud to show it. The pounding of 88's continues in the distance as the allies to the north are chisseling at a solid brick wall. can this be it. all the dieing for a little bit of progress? It isnt over. You are put in a congregation of other wounded men.

their cries are defening as yet again you can't hear yourself think. A boat has come for you, is it time to go home? is it over? are they going to send me to another beach? through the few hours, life has passed before your eyes and so has many others. for all your work, you're only getting a piece of metal with the name inscibed as 'Private Magray'. this is what you get for nearly dieing for your country. As your dragged onto a small boat, you focus in on multipul piles of corpses piled 4 high and you think of your self as lucky, a lucky bastard with a shell lodged in your arm and a nighmare that haunts you for 60 years, a nightmare of your friends and people you dont know, lieing on the ground, crying for help with out a legs, with out arms and with out lives.
 

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Both of my grandfathers served in the Navy during WWII. Both happen to be serving in the Pacific. My dad's father died earlier this year, and my Mom's father is still alive and kick'n. He served on an escort cruiser and was in many of the major sea battles of the war.

My Mom's uncles though served in Europe, one of them, uncle lefty, was part of the US Airborn and was one of the "Battered Bastards of Bastogne" My uncle has one of the flags that Lefty managed to get off a German tank. It's in great condition, and it's as good as mine when my uncle Dave doesn't want it anymore.

Everyone related to me managed to make it through WWII, all except for two. One of them died a few years after he got home. He was working in the Japanese salt mines as a POW and his lungs just couldnt take anymore. The other one was bayoneted on the bataan death march.

These people are leaving us fast. Show them as much respect as you can. It's because of them that we're here today.

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It's true. People blame the Germans for all the Jews that were killed. When truth is not that many Germans knew or were involved that were in the Army. Just the highest-ranking officers and camp guards. The Japanese though got away with murder, rape, and torture. All of these things they were very public about. 90% of the Army was involved in the crimes.

The war crimes the Japanese did were ungodly. They killed for fun. They tortured for fun. The fact that we helped rebuild their country after the war has me dumbfounded. It’s like rewarding them. They blatantly disregarded the rules of war that the world apparently agreed on, and got away with it.

I have no anger for the Japanese living today, they had nothing to do with the war. The Japanese that survived the war though, and that were in the army, I can’t help but hate them. The Bataan Death March, and the Rape of Nanking are all good examples of how horrendous the Japanese soldiers of WWII could be.

It is my opinion that we let them off two easy with two Atomic Bombs. Japan still should have been invaded, and the government should have paid for the crimes they allowed their soldiers to commit. They got away with it, and that is something I think the world has forgotten too easily.

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Lord Headley said:

The war crimes the Japanese did were ungodly. They killed for fun. They tortured for fun. The fact that we helped rebuild their country after the war has me dumbfounded. It’s like rewarding them. They blatantly disregarded the rules of war that the world apparently agreed on, and got away with it.

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we have lincoln to thank for this, he was the one who rebuilt the south after it was desimated, so we figure why not rebuild every poor bastard we destroy.

i honestly wouldnt feel right living in either germany or japan, i just couldn;t do it.
 
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