I've always had a deep appreciation for military folks. I almost joined the Army as an MP in 1998 out of high school. Choose a different path and but I've always had that itch and curiosity. Anyone else have cool relics from military family?
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My Grandad was in WW2 he never spoke to me or my siblings about it. He told my mom when he was getting up in age, he was a camp cook, but had guard duty one night. A couple of Philippines boys snuck into the camps with grenades/explosives and he caught them. He was forced to shoot them it haunted him his whole life. He was awarded 3 bronze stars, but gave the medals away and said he didn't want to see them and be remindedhow he got them. I have seen the discharge papers to confirm the awards. He spent everyday of his adult life in church praying for those kids. After my grandmother passed, we were cleaning out the attic and buried in a box were books from his time overseas.
I was able to piece together his awards from paperwork, although some of it was damaged in the St Louis records fire, so I'll never know everything about his time.
To add more to the conversation, my dad's uncle for which I was named. Pretty much the only family that ever treated my dad like a human when he was growing up. (Whole different story)
Post up stories/pictures from you or family and I'll choose my favorite or random draw and send you something
My Grandad was in WW2 he never spoke to me or my siblings about it. He told my mom when he was getting up in age, he was a camp cook, but had guard duty one night. A couple of Philippines boys snuck into the camps with grenades/explosives and he caught them. He was forced to shoot them it haunted him his whole life. He was awarded 3 bronze stars, but gave the medals away and said he didn't want to see them and be remindedhow he got them. I have seen the discharge papers to confirm the awards. He spent everyday of his adult life in church praying for those kids. After my grandmother passed, we were cleaning out the attic and buried in a box were books from his time overseas.
I was able to piece together his awards from paperwork, although some of it was damaged in the St Louis records fire, so I'll never know everything about his time.
To add more to the conversation, my dad's uncle for which I was named. Pretty much the only family that ever treated my dad like a human when he was growing up. (Whole different story)