Gordon
Loc: Charleston South Carolina
There are't too many left.
Most of their stories are lost when we lose those veterans. I wish that all of their stories had been documented.
WOW
Amazing it would be great to have even vets here to tell us.
Hacksaw has a Great website for more understanding of what some went through.
Great story, thanks for sharing!
Gordon
Loc: Charleston South Carolina
EasternOZ wrote:
WOW
Amazing it would be great to have even vets here to tell us.
Hacksaw has a Great website for more understanding of what some went through.
I went on Hacks web site awhile back. It is amazing.
Sitn
Loc: Osyka, MS.
My dad never talked much about the time he spent during WWII. I do remember fishing and duck hunting with him there. You had to share your catch or hunt with the forest master. When deer hunting the man would place you at your hunting sight and help the deer come your way. Another time the guys were skiing from a hill. They took a couple of jeeps and put one on top and bottom of the hill. Put a tireless wheel on each with a road attached. That was their ski lift. I was little but enjoyed standing behind one of them when skiing Down the hill. Another time I ran away from home. We lived in an old house instead of on the base. They had a housekeeper and a Gardner. Froweville and Heair Cop. I know that is not the correct spelling but it will do. Anyway, I ran away and finally was caught by the MP’s. I had caught a ride with an old German man who was driving an old wagon with a honey tank on it. They collected to wast from the houses and used if for fertilizer. Dad was an aerial photographer and Kodak K4 camera repairman. He taught that and did map work. He would show me photos and describe the bomb runs to me. Some things he said were not to be shown or talked about. He told me that the guys were issued two flack suits. They wore one and sat on one. One day they got a new commanding officer and he only let them have one. The next flight up the officer got shot in the butt. They kicked him out over some place and he survived. Later he was back on base and thanked them by issuing them two flack suits. I guess you have heard enough from me for now. So let’s hear from someone else.
Sitn wrote:
My dad never talked much about the time he spent during WWII. I do remember fishing and duck hunting with him there. You had to share your catch or hunt with the forest master. When deer hunting the man would place you at your hunting sight and help the deer come your way. Another time the guys were skiing from a hill. They took a couple of jeeps and put one on top and bottom of the hill. Put a tireless wheel on each with a road attached. That was their ski lift. I was little but enjoyed standing behind one of them when skiing Down the hill. Another time I ran away from home. We lived in an old house instead of on the base. They had a housekeeper and a Gardner. Froweville and Heair Cop. I know that is not the correct spelling but it will do. Anyway, I ran away and finally was caught by the MP’s. I had caught a ride with an old German man who was driving an old wagon with a honey tank on it. They collected to wast from the houses and used if for fertilizer. Dad was an aerial photographer and Kodak K4 camera repairman. He taught that and did map work. He would show me photos and describe the bomb runs to me. Some things he said were not to be shown or talked about. He told me that the guys were issued two flack suits. They wore one and sat on one. One day they got a new commanding officer and he only let them have one. The next flight up the officer got shot in the butt. They kicked him out over some place and he survived. Later he was back on base and thanked them by issuing them two flack suits. I guess you have heard enough from me for now. So let’s hear from someone else.
My dad never talked much about the time he spent d... (
show quote)
One to sit on sure makes sence.
Thanks for the story and your Dads service.
Gordon
Loc: Charleston South Carolina
Sitn wrote:
My dad never talked much about the time he spent during WWII. I do remember fishing and duck hunting with him there. You had to share your catch or hunt with the forest master. When deer hunting the man would place you at your hunting sight and help the deer come your way. Another time the guys were skiing from a hill. They took a couple of jeeps and put one on top and bottom of the hill. Put a tireless wheel on each with a road attached. That was their ski lift. I was little but enjoyed standing behind one of them when skiing Down the hill. Another time I ran away from home. We lived in an old house instead of on the base. They had a housekeeper and a Gardner. Froweville and Heair Cop. I know that is not the correct spelling but it will do. Anyway, I ran away and finally was caught by the MP’s. I had caught a ride with an old German man who was driving an old wagon with a honey tank on it. They collected to wast from the houses and used if for fertilizer. Dad was an aerial photographer and Kodak K4 camera repairman. He taught that and did map work. He would show me photos and describe the bomb runs to me. Some things he said were not to be shown or talked about. He told me that the guys were issued two flack suits. They wore one and sat on one. One day they got a new commanding officer and he only let them have one. The next flight up the officer got shot in the butt. They kicked him out over some place and he survived. Later he was back on base and thanked them by issuing them two flack suits. I guess you have heard enough from me for now. So let’s hear from someone else.
My dad never talked much about the time he spent d... (
show quote)
That was a good story.Thanks for sharing. I could listen to them all day.
That was a great story. That is a hero that young people should look up to.
If you want to reply, then
register here. Registration is free and your account is created instantly, so you can post right away.