Finster, If you would like to meet some D-day Veterans, go to the D-day re-enactment in Conneaut, Ohio. You can see a small scale version of what the landing was like and there are usually a few of the veterans there. You can tell who they are because of the clanging sound when they walk.

Finster, If you would like to meet some D-day Veterans, go to the D-day re-enactment in Conneaut, Ohio. You can see a small scale version of what the landing was like and there are usually a few of the veterans there. You can tell who they are because of the clanging sound when they walk.

My Grandpa was in the 14th Tank Battalion 9th Armored Division, the 'Phantom Nine'. He was in it man, Battle of the Bulge, and they took the Ludendorf bridge at Remagen, they made a movie about that. He only talked about his service for one whole day, with just me. After hearing of all the stories that day I asked him how he managed when he got back. He said when he was just about ready to go up the ramp to board the Queen Mary he stopped and gathered himself. He said he clicked his boots together and said from the time I walk up this ramp until the time I get back I am no longer me. When he returned he clicked his heels together again and said welcome home Jake. I'm such a sap, I cry every time I think of that, he was such a good man. Thank you Grandpa and thank you to all that served, hero's one and all!!

Had an uncle who was a medic at Normandy and later the Battle of the Bulge.I remember him telling me of our dead frozen and stacked like cordwood when they were loaded on the trucks after the Bulge.I'm 57,and I remember as a youngster everybodys grandpa was a WW1 vet and our dads were WW2 vets.

Haven’t seen a WWII veteran in a restaurant in over fifteen years without paying for the entire party’s meal. The greatest generation, for sure. Both grandparents on my dad’s side were in WWII. That group has a special place in my heart. They literally saved the world.

My wife's great uncle was in some serious stuff when he was over there is now in nursing home..His son made this video about him and posted it recently. He also had two brother in service at same time.. I also have and older friend now in the nursing home. he landed to Germany day after shooting stopped so is not considered a combat veteran. He was an MP and lot of the prisoners he was guarding are the ones they hung after trials.

My wife's great uncle Jim..
https://www.facebook.com/timcavadini.thecomfortspecialist/videos/454714705303949/

Mac

My Dad was a navigator on a B-24. Never spoke much of the war. He flew over 90 combat (bombing) missions, not the usual 25 and go home you hear on movies. he said the Air Force was low on the numbers of navigators and pilots so he stayed on. My Uncle on my Mom's side was a Marine who was wounded on Iwo or Guadacanal (Cannot remember which). Japanese came by and hit his head with the butt of their rifle and left for dead but he survived.
This is the Greatest Generation.

I read yesterday that there is only 4% of WW2 vets from ALL countries left alive

Marine Uncle Bill was on Okinawa Feb. till Dec 1945 he would be 98 now if still alive. Uncle Merrill his brother was there also and he was in Navy and he's alive and 96 now! They actually met there 1 day!!!

My great uncle Louie and his brother Andrew both served in World War II.

They were both dairy kids from Wooster, Ohio. Their parents had immigrated from Hungary a few years before they were born. Louie was a member of the 101st Airborne and jumped during the D-Day invasions while Andrew fought through Africa and Italy. I am very, very proud of them.

My Great Uncle Louie





My Great Uncle Andrew



I lived in southern Nebraska for a brief time and ran into a fascinating barber in the town of McCook. This was around 2013. He told me a couple stories while cutting my hair. He said that he and a friend ran away from home, went to North Platte, lied about their ages and enlisted. Said he was running heavy equipment in the Philippines when he was 16 years old. He also mentioned that they had a really hard time keeping the native Filipinos from killing their Japanese POWS. Another story he once shared was after Japan had surrendered. He was sent to mainland Japan and he and some friends went to get a haircut. At that time the Japanese women still shaved men with razors. He said he was certain that they were going to cut his throat while they shaved him. I know some folks on here are from that area. Anyone else know this man?

My Father-In-Law Is almost 95 and was in the Army in the Pacific for almost the whole war . Both my uncles were also in WWII, uncle Al was in the Aleutian Islands. Uncle Ted was a gasoline tanker driver in Europe. Both received Purple Hearts. Uncle Ted often told a story that he was driving a tanker full of gas up to the front lines and picked up 2 replacement soldiers to give them a lift to the lines. They are about 10 miles from the front when this German kid steps out of the roadside and throws a potato masher grenade at their truck. One of the soldiers caught it mid-air and threw it right back at the kid, killing him. If not for that catch and throw likely uncle Ted and the 2 soldiers would have been killed. Uncle Ted died in '82, Uncle Al last year.

These people were the best of the best. There is no honor too high for these heroes. These were true patriots. There aren't many like them anymore.
Sadly, so many in the new, young generation are growing up with contempt toward America. Much of it being taught in some schools and many colleges.

My dad was at the Battle of the Bulge on opening , the Ruhur Pocket and Remagne Bridge. He was with the 99th divison , company B 393rd regiment. Hear a story from my dad's first sergeant , that they found those 15 german divisons that they couldn't find. They called SHAF and they sad they were seeing booger men. Then in a couple of hours they had crap shelled out of them and being over ran. Dad told me in 48 hour it was him and about 20 men left in his out of 242 men in his regt. Dad was a mortar squad sergeant , his nick name was chimney sweep , cause he put a round down a chimney. Dad died in 1987 when I was 21 , he never got to go to a reunion , but in 1994 , my brother and I did and we met the men that dad served with and a couple of them said if it weren't for dad they would of been dead. Back in 1980 I got my dad his bronze star that he didn't get when he served , I asked him how he got it , he said " I help 4 medics that were pinned down , and I gave the Germans something else to worry about because I was shooting back at them.

My dad is still kicking at 93 years of age. He got his draft notice on the day of his 18th birthday in March of 1944.
On his birthday a year later he was awarded a bronze star for a little altercation that occurred when he became annoyed
with some Nazis who blew a track off his tank destroyer.
At one point in time he and his other 4 brothers were in the war at the same time and they all lived.
Dad's older brother is the only other one alive now and is 94 or 95.
His youngest brother lied about his age and went into the army when he was 16.

Zim

I had relatives, (great uncles) that were on the beaches and parachuted in on D-Day. On both sides of my family. They are all gone now, have been for quite a few years.

My father was on the other side of the World. He was in the WI 32nd or Red Arrow Division and were over seas from May 1942 until they returned in October of 1945. Their troop transport was on the way to Australia and was in the area during the battle of Midway which was the first Pacific major victory for the allies. The troops landed in Southern Australia and worked their way up the coast through New Guinea and the Phillipines. I had another uncle in the south Pacific but he arrived in 44. My other uncle was in Patton's 3rd army.

Bryce

My Dad is 92 and was all packed waiting for the bus to the plane that would send him to the south pacific in 1945, but a little rough house football and he stayed here with a broken knee cap. When he had healed up he was sent to Italy as occupation force, no combat.

My dad served during WW2. He was a tank mechanic. Died @ 73 years young. He would be 101 if still with us.

Some great stories here.
My Dad knew a guy who was a Frogman in the Navy. His job was to go plant explosives on the hull of enemy ships, and was never expected to come back. He completed every mission, was discharged and came home to live a full life. Some can defy the odds. I believe his name was Leonard Wilhelm.

My grandfather is 93 and was interviewed yesterday by the local newspaper and an article was published today on the front page with the rest of it on page a12. Do you get the paper Paul?