Since my parents are gone my younger brother picked up the slack with documenting the family history especially since so many have served..

Our recent find is my great uncle Herman who we affectionately refer to as uncle " Bad Azz " He was an early advisor, three tours, purple heart and brought home his Vietnamese bride..

Can't see in the lower pic what his sidearm carry was but looks like a plow handle SA of some kind maybe Ruger..My grandfather always said he had cowboy genes..

Grandfathers uncle flew bombers in WWII, no pics

Badass for sure!

Looks to me like a Ruger Blackhawk in the last picture. Methinks he was appropriately nicknamed.

https://www.tshaonline.org/handbook/entries/tumlinson-george-w

https://www.wikitree.com/wiki/Tumlinson-24

MY father was in the Army, was discharged right before Vietnam. 4 Uncles served in Vietnam, my mom's brothers. One of my dad's brothers did some stuff in Vietnam, not military but an alphabet agency.

Don't have any pictures right handy but - bride's 4 brothers were in the Navy, two of my uncles also were Navy, 2 uncles were Air Force, one uncle was Army in Europe in WWII, one of bride's uncles was Army in the Pacific in WWII, my grandfather was Army in WWI in Europe and got mustard gassed, one of my great-great grandfathers was Union in Civil War (from Illinois, not sure where he participated). Several cousins married military, one is a Marine (so are 3 of there children), one married a career Air Force man (his last post before retirement was at the Pentagon). That is all my increasingly feeble mind can recall at this time . . . Salutes to all who served.

My several greats, grandfather was a Union Soldier, he sent money home, my greats, grandmother bought a Seth Thomas clock we still have.

This is a good reminder to go through old family photos now that my dad is gone and my mom is deep into Alzheimer's land. I know my dad kept a ton of pictures and they're all now in a storage unit.

My dad went from being a refugee right before WW2 to being in the US Army as part of the US Army of Occupation in Japan. One uncle, also a refugee, went from being a new American to flying B24s in the China/Burma/India theater and was shot down, to survive in the jungles before being rescued after a few months. His brother flew B25s over Europe, after having just escaped from Germany, and was KIA in a bombing raid. Another uncle was in the Navy during the Korean War and one other was a Marine who was at Pearl Harbor on 12/7/41 (he was a good ole boy non-Jew who my aunt married shortly after arriving in the US). Everyone served back then and I sure do need to gather up all the pictures so the next generation will know.

Dad. April 17, 1970. Germany.

Both Grand Fathers served for Australia & the Allies, during WW2;



They served in the Pacific theatre.

My uncle, USMC, invasions of Guadalcanal, Cape Glouchester, New Britain, New Guinea, Guam. This is a picture of him astraddle a Jap Zero they shot down on Cape Glouchester. He's the Marine, second from left, with his leg beside the "Meat Ball."



L.W.

If not already done so, you all should attempt get all those old pics scanned and digitized.

Wife has been doing that last few Christmas breaks getting thousands onto a few different portable hard drives. I don’t full trust cloud storage so we have a couple back up 1 Terrabyte drives we keep at mother in laws place and one at my old man’s place. Done all their pics too. And any certificates and paper docs, awards at the same time.

Heres one Woody...my dad. Combat Engineer in the 69th Infantry, amongst many other things, built a bridge to cross the river ( Rhine?) for the mechanized stuff...
His outfit was also fighting at the Bridge at Remagen,one of the outfits that liberated Buchenwald and sub-camps, and they are the ones who met the Russians at the River Elbe for VE Day.

Heres another for you Woody...not a military pic but I think one worth mentioning. My mother and her siblings. The handsome lad standing up was my uncle. He was in Singapore as a civilian working on a bombsight for Sperry Rand. Long story short he was captured by the Japanese, and spent the war in a POW camp. Managed somehow to survive and come back. Became a Doctor, and led a good life. He had a wooden leg and while in POW camp managed to scrounge up enough stuff to build a radio receiver in his leg. The news he got on it was a great morale boost to the other prisoners, and needless to say, he did it at great risk...

No pictures

My father served in the Coast Guard during Vietnam.

My father-in-law was a Korean War Veteran.

My grandfather and three great uncles were WWII Veterans and several fought in the Battle of the Bulge. One lost a leg in battle.

Another great uncle was in the merchant marine during WWII and shipped product to Europe.

A cousin (by marriage) was an Air Force pilot and served in the middle east.

I am extremely proud of them all.

One of my GG Grandfathers.



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No pics that I want to post.
My day was wounded by a Japanese hand grenade on Okinawa in 1945.
After the grenade got him, he woke up in a hospital several days later.
Was very patriotic till his death in 1992.

Dad's family from the days when they lived on a farm just outside of Dover, Tn. Grandad lost his mind one day at Belleau Wood and Gen. Pershing pinned a DSC on his chest. Saved a bunch of his buddies that day, but seldom talked about it afterwards.


Dad joined the Army circa '37 and wound up in the Air Corps. Stationed at Sebring Army Airfield doing maintenance on such relics as the B-10 bomber and not long after becoming an instructor.



When WW2 erupted they decided they needed more instructors and that was his task throughout the war. They did not let him entirely off the hook however and he spent some time at Kadena AFB with a B-29 Squadron that was delivering the mail to Korea.





He retired in early '71 just before I headed over to Nam for the second round. His last duty assignment was In Thailand as Chief of Maintenance for the 355th TFW, aka Wild Weasels. He reported to that job before I came home from the first tour. Apparently he never lost his sense of humor, not even in Thailand.



An uncle from my mother's side of the family was a crewman on B-24s with 8th AF during WW2. Waist gunner IIRC. He took two parachute rides and called it quits. Have no pics.

Dad was in the Army Guard for a long time.


Far as I know....he was the only one.

Grandpa in the Philippines, 1945:



Pics he took of Manilla:





A poem he wrote a few years earlier:

My grandfather was a radioman in C-47s during WWII, flying the hump bringing supplies into China. Sounded like some real sketchy terrain to fly through.



My great-grandfather pictured here was on the search for Pancho Villa during the Mexican expedition around 1916. He always loved his dogs.

No way! That's Elvis. Meant as a compliment.

Great history & pics gents keep em coming !

My dad when he finished sea school in San Diego on his way to Adm Halsey's Task Force 58 assigned to the Marine detachment aboard CV-11 Intrepid ..He saw extensive action and was welcomed to the S. Pacific via the "Divine Wind"..His bunk mate and best friend was killed when a stray DE's five inch shell killed him and two other Marines manning a 20 mm.during a Kamikaze attack. It was always hard for him to relate this story without a shedding a tear..



Some Meatballs always managed to get through the unbelievable fire storm of 20,40 mm & 5" batteries to inflict damage & causalities..

That poem is greatness.

Pictures are somewhere in a box.

Pop was a Alamo Scout in the Pacific theater.

3 Bronze Stars, one with Valor and a Purple Heart.

He said very little about his war experience to any of his sons. Old school man. Keep them hard memories locked down tight.

At his life’s end. He was sure he was going to hell for all the killing he’d done.

He passed peacefully.

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My dad & 3 of his brothers were in air force. Oldest was in during Korea conflict. Dad was in 1966-1970. He spent lots of time in Philippines, a little in Da Nang, Thailand. While in Da Nang their base was mortared 15 days straight. He was in the 64th servicing f102 ( delta dagger). He just spent a week in the hospital earlier this month. They gave him 2 pins while he was there. A air force vet & a Vietnam vet pin. He said after 50 years that was the only thing he'd ever received. He was proud.

No pictures , great grand father , fought on the side of the south , never got any scoop , little fart , but remember him going off at Christmas dinners and thanksgiving dinners . Shouting and cussing and yelling , Kill the SOB!
His daughters would always rush to him avoiding his flailing arms , trying to calm him down .
Had a uncle I am close to serve in Japan in WWII . I have some swords he bought home . Another uncle in Viet Nam with Army Engineer corps , I think he did two , maybe three tours over there . Got shot in an ambush building a road first time , came home and regrouped , I was there when he broke the news to my aunt he was going back , holy shiit !
One pissed off woman , she always was the fireball on moms side . Her and mom used to get into it hot and heavy over me . I would stay with my aunt sometimes while my uncle was gone , rules were a bit more relaxed .
He went back , first time he got hit in the wrist and ribs , second time he took one in the throat , lived , but as you know all hits made a sizeable crater .
His family is solid as a rock , strong people . His oldest daughter , has my utmost respect , speacial lady .
My older uncle , now in his upper nineties , worked the shiit out of me as a kid and taught me to hunt with a handgun .
Taught me to reload , handgun was my first adventure into that field .
Got a video of him shooting a S&W 500 across the hood of my truck about five yrs ago , all smiles .
Kenneth

This is the Seth Thomas clock I mentioned this morning.

Bought with money sent home from somewhere in the South in The Civil War.

Eli never got home, I have no idea where he is burred.

This is the Seth Thomas clock I mentioned this morning.

Bought with money sent home from somewhere in the South in The Civil War.

Eli never got home, I have no idea where he is burred.

i got tinnitus serving in the salvation army.

Nice.

Thanks. We found it along with the pics after he died in 2000.

No pictures handy. Great Grandfather in the Marines in WWI.

Grandfather and his brother in the Marines during WWII. His two other brothers were navy. 1 brother shot down and KIA.

Uncle in the Marines in Vietnam. Came out with some grenade shrapnel and bad PTSD.

My son is currently a loadmaster in the USAF, hoping it is an uneventful enlistment.

Wife’s family is very similar, but I could not list the specifics.

My brother Les

died in 'Nam in '68

he was 21......

Think of him often...

what it would have been like to have him as a brother the last 50 years

Father was a surgeon and served in Patton's Third Army. He worked in an evac hospital about a mile behind the lines. Got to Europe in November 1944 and stayed until late 1946. The only stories he told me was how cold it was that first winter and then of working in POW camps for several months right after VE day getting everyone "cleaned up" - not just GI's but Poles and various nationalities from what I gather. My namesake uncle was a mechanic on P-51's, I think he stayed in England the whole time. Most of the six uncles on my mother's side served in the military during WWII in some capacity but I don't know what.

My grandmother's uncle served in a Confederate cavalry unit. His claim to fame was getting hit in the side of the head by a stray Minie ball, it knocked him off his horse but he got back on and kept going.

My mom took in a street kid when he was 16 who lived with us for several years, he was an M60 gunner in the Marines from mid-1968 to early 1969 in RVN and was in the thick of things the whole time. He had one or two "interesting" stories - getting jumped by a VC with a machete while he was squatting with his pants down taking a dump - but mostly talked about the rock apes. Hate to speak ill of the guy since he was probably one of the best people you could want to have next to you in a firefight, but outside of that spent most of his life doing his best to ruin the lives of everyone around him.

I was in the US Army Infantry but just spent 2 1/2 years in West Berlin watching the Russians and East Germans watch us across the wall.

Sorry for your considerable loss. Semper fi.

Somewhere there is a tintype of my great, great. I'll ask my wife to find it sometime. I had it on the old photbucket.

I want to thank all the brave veterans for their service.

My son graduating boot camp in San Diego saluting my father in law that did 3 tours as a chopper pilot it Nam.

My father in the Korean conflict

No pictures, just memories. My father was in the Army 1960-62, discharged just as the Cuban Missile Crisis was happening, his brother was in the Navy four years around the same time in the Pacific fleet, I never learned the name of his ship or ships; their older half brother was in the Navy during WWII serving aboard the destroyer escort USS Booth, and their father was drafted into the Army in 1918. Grandad was shipped to Europe in 1918, but the war ended before he saw any combat. Two of my maternal grandmothers brothers were in the Navy during WWII, seeing combat duty around Guadalcanal in 1942; one brother's ship was sunk and the other brother's ships crew picked him up from the water. I was never around most of these guys except for Dad, and was younger when some died so that's all I know about them.

Dad enlisted in the Army for one year in January, 1941. And got out in October, '46. He was first wave at Oran, survived Kasserine, first wave at Sicily and Salerno, got pulled out of Cassino to be in the first wave at Anzio, and fought up through Rome to Lake Como. Silver Star, two Bronze Stars, and numerous campaign medals. Never told us how or where he got them, and the Army records from then were destroyed in a fire, so...
My one cousin was a Seabee in Viet Nam, and wore shrapnel in his back 'til the day he died, about 10 years ago. Wouldn't talk about it. His younger brother (my age) flew the boom in tankers in the 70s. I was Army. And my youngest brother froze his ass servicing BUFFs at Loring AFB in Maine.

Thanks.
And if put on CD for storage. Get good ones. All CDs are not created equal.
Some only good for a few years.....some over 20.

5th generation Marine here

These kind of threads are the best, of the best, of this place.

Wow! Did I miss the first generation Marine?

Grandfather and Godfather in WW1
All 6 uncles, father and 2 aunts in WW2.
One uncle was in SE Asia and had earlier served with Mickey Rooney, didn’t like him.
One a 101Airborne and sniper
One a guard at Nuremberg
Father in 35 years
Brother jumped Grenada
Ex was first woman in Special Weapons
3 cousins
Niece and Nephew.
And myself.

2 Uncles in “Nam
I did 12 years in the Air Force with hardly a scratch
Had 3 nephews follow in my footsteps - Lost one in a firefight, another because of IED, last one got out ok.

Grandpa was a Naval Airplane mechanic in Cali. During WWII.

Cousin in the army as a nurse, then logistics, now retired.

BIL retired as Colonel in the Air Force 2yrs ago.

1 cousin still in. He won the Best Ranger competition in 2017 and is competing again this year ~7wks from now.

On my Dad's side, his Uncle Doad got gassed in France in WWI. He came home and and married and lived a quiet life as far as we knew. He lost a cousin on LST in the Pacific somewhere. Dad spent a year in New Caladonia fixing weapons during WWII.
Mom's side: some of her brothers were Navy in WWII. All I know of them. One of her cousins died on the
Bataan Death March. One of my cousins was in Korea, Germany and Viet Nam in the late 60's.
Wife's side goes back further......one of her great's was a Confederate General back when...lost a cousin in Turkey during WWII...grandfather spent time after WWI in Coast Guard/Navy...we don't know which and he is long gone. Brother in law spent a year in 'Nam....still has shrapnel from the year in the jungle.
Me?? spent 6 years in Guard 70-76. 3 of which we were o 30 day notice for 'Nam.....

To all those who served: Thank you. To those who we lost may you rest in peace.


I lost my 2 best friends from childhood in 'Nam.....one killed by the USArmy on his first day and one on his last day.

Someone in my direct family tree has fought in every war since the American Revolution and all lived amazingly. My dad fought in Korea, his dad in WW1. My other Granddad fought In WWII and several of my uncles fought in WWII.. My great great granddad fought in the Civil War and his dad fought in the war against Mexico. My great great great great granddad fought in the American Revolution. Had Several cousins and a brother in Vietnam. A couple of Cousins in the first Gulf War and a Nephew in the last Gulf War as well as Afghanistan...

Most all of them were Army grunts. 2 of my uncles were in the Navy in the Pacific in WWIi and one was in the Air Force in WWII...Rest were all soldiers in the Army or Marines.

My Dad was a B-29 bomber pilot. He came back from the war and raised a family of nine.

I come what seems like a military family... many certainly served....

Grandmother on step dad's side had 3 sons not return from WW2.....6 of her sons served in Korea, 3 of which served in WW2 also...

Step dad served in Korea in the USMC, was with the first troops sent for reinforcement in Korea from Japan... he was there from Nov 1950 at 18 years old, and the war ended on his 21st birthday.... he went to Korea weighing 160 lbs.... he left Korea weighing 95 pound, and pretty much skin and bones....he was in all the major actions , Chosen Reservoir etc..... he never really came home from Korea....did 10 years in the Marine Corps, and then after becoming a pilot there, re enlisted into the Air Force.... tour of SAC with B 47s then B 52s, flew RF4Cs in England, then did 49 months in Vietnam, one tour in B 52s, and then 3 tours flying C130 Blackbirds, covert operations...retired after 26 years, Colonel...
was shot down 13 times in Vietnam over 49 months...

Biological Dad, he and mom divorced when I was 2 years old... had bad PTSD from WW 2....USMC from 1941 to 1946....Guadalcanal, the Solomons, a bunch more...Iwo and Saipan...Occupation force in Japan, 1945 and 46.... his 4 other brothers were also Marines in WW2... all saw combat and each made it home in one piece..

Grandmother's Brother, career Army officer, served in Merrill's Marauders in WW2, was on MacArthur's staff, and was in the photo of Mac and his staff coming ashore in the Philippines in 1944....

Plenty more WW2, Korea.....I missed Vietnam by the skin of my teeth...served 6 years active and reserve, got out....

Proud of my family members who have served, especially those in harms way....but also felt sorry for them, as they carried the scars both externally and within for the rest of their lives...

Myself, have always felt guilty for not serving in harms way, but that was evidently not the Good Lord's plans for me... Lost my best friend growing up, 19 years old in 1970 in Vietnam.... Special Forces.. his dad also died in Vietnam, Flying Hueys in 1967.....

Many of my parents friends, when I was growing up, and were mainly military... too many of them didn't come back from Vietnam...

answering the call has been an expectation on both sides of my family....

ancestors fought for this nation, from the French and Indian War, right thru Vietnam... only exception, no one on record wore blue between 1861 and 1865....

and many on mom's side, served under Lee, Stonewall Jackson in the Army of Northern VA, especially in Mosby's Rangers.... many came home and many didn't...

God Bless all who served and special blessings on those that didn't make it home...

I have traced 11 members of my family who wore blue in the Civil War, 3 killed in combat - one at Chicamauga, one at the Battle of the Wilderness, and one at Gettysburg.

Grandfather was too young for WW1, but served in the National Guard between the wars. His older brother was waiting to report for duty in WW1, when he was paralyzed in a hunting accident. Ironically, he died of his injuries on 11/11/18. Grandmother's brother served in France during WW1, survived the Spanish flu over there, but made it home and lived into his 90's.

Dad was fortunate in that he served in a coastal artillery unit guarding the Panama Canal during WW2. Always had lots of interesting stories about the natives and the jungle wildlife. Seems he had a pretty good time there. His half brother was killed crossing the Rhine in 1945.

Mom's brother, T/Sgt. James Hulings, was KIA on his 28th bombing mission with the Mighty Eighth, age 21.

Sister's first husband served two tours in Viet Nam, came home with a Bronze Star and two Purple Hearts. Suffered from drug addiction and died young. Her second husband served as a dentist on the USS Forrestal during the Vietnam War, continued practicing dentistry in the VA hospital in Tampa until his retirement. Told me he could have doubled his pay in private practice, but felt he owed something to the veterans. A true Southern Gentleman.

My old man was in Korea, after things settled down. He was an MP.

Just recently one of my nieces was here and she was asking him about Korea. Now I’ve heard his stories for years, so I was half listening (probably reading something on the Fire). When he got to the part of I yelled halt,.....and fired and “one” dropped then I paid attention. He had kept that to himself for decades.

I thought it was pretty cool when we found out wifey’s,I dunno how many Greats, grandfather was killed and buried somewhere on Braddock’s Road during the Seven Years War (F&I). He was from a New York Unit. And his name was William Williams.

My grandfather was in the PT Boat Squadrons in the USN stationed in the Philippines when WWII broke out. I personally served 25 years in the USN including a long stretch assigned the the Navy Expeditionary Combat Command and Riverine Squadron One.

Both Grandfathers drafted in WW II. One spent a few years as a radio operator in the Panama Canal. the other went ashore a couple days after D-Day and was in Czechoslovakia when it ended. Saw lots of action, couple Purple Hearts. Was on his way to Japan when that ended. Was discharged. Got bored and poor on the farm and joined back up and did 30. Was in Korea and Vietnam. My Mom was born in Japan. He never told me much about it, even though I am a huge history buff. We didn't really like each other much for some reason. Mostly because I was my Dads son. He died of several different cancers that came from his time on Bikini Atoll. The Germans, Japs, Koreans and Vietnamese couldn't kill him, but the Agent Orange and nuclear tests eventually did.
I have 24 years in the Air Force and full time Air National Guard as of Saturday. Have a few more years in me I think. Iraq, Afghanistan, Pakistan, Kuwait, Saudi, Qatar, Turkey.....

Found it interesting that my grand dad (mom’s dad) was declined for military service during the Great War as he had survived having small pox. I think he survived the 1914 epidemic down here. Suppose they thought he was still possibly a carrier???

My loyalist ancestor went after one of my rebel ancestors with a saber during a parley at the siege of Fort Granby during the first US civil war in the 1770s. He called him a “damned rebel” and tried to cut off his head. It apparently caused something of a stir with the officers. Their father and grandfather had been one of the three hundred loyalists murdered in South Carolina by rebels early on and was mentioned in a petition to the Crown.

Dad. 6th Army, 20th infantry, M company, Alamo Scout. The 6th holds the record for continuous days in combat due to its actions in the Pacific. Three Battle Stars:

New Guinea
Leyte
Luzon

He's on the left.

I'm lucky that we have family members who have done a significant amount of family history research and compilation going back several hundred years. I am proud to say that I have a family of military history with family members (direct descendant type) having served in every military conflict in U.S. history. This means me (and my 4 brothers), my father (and 5 of his brothers), my grandfather, my great-grandfather and, my great-great-grandfather, and beyond. This actually applies to both my father's side of the family and my mother's side. We just haven't had my mother's side of the family traced all the way back to the 1700s yet.

Grandfather - Army, WW1
Uncle - 29 missions over Germany, pilot of a B-17, stayed in the Air Force after the war, flew jets
Uncle - unknown missions in the Pacific theatre, navigator of a B-24
Uncle - Navy corpsman, Korean War, was at the Chosin Reservoir, 2 Purple Hearts, one Bronze Star
Uncle - Navy, was on an aircraft carrier during the Cuban Missile Crisis
Aunt - Army nurse
2 cousins - USMC, Vietnam
1 cousin - Air Force pilot, Vietnam
2 cousins - Army
3 cousins - Air Force
1 cousin - Navy
Dad - 20 year career Air Force pilot, flew everything from SAC bombers to fighters, retired in 1970. Attached is a photo circa 1969.

I had a great, great, great, great grandfather who fought in Napolean’s army

Father served during the Korea "Police Action" - state side teaching officers how to blow bridges. As a PFC, to start.
Said he caught quite a bit of hell from the students - 'til a bird Col straightened things out.
Came out, after 2 years as a Second LT - 4 years in the guard - made Major. I never knew he attained that rank until he died.
9 uncles, 2 retired AF, 1 at the Battle of the Bulge, most served in some capacity.
A couple were sent home to farm and raise beef.
Grandfather was not allowed to enlist during WW1 - because of his area of origin. Seems Croatia ain't that far from Serbia.
The army folks figured he'd never survive "friendly" fire.

My dad was in the Navy in the Korean war era. Did some nuke testing in the South Pacific.

My great, great, great grandfather fought Napoleon's army in the Netherlands and his father fought the American revolutionaries in our Revolutionary war.
kwg

Grandfather was in German Army in WW I, came to America between the WWs

Dad's cousin was in Hitler's Army in WW II,

Father was in US Army Air corps WW II

Dad's older brother was US Army WW II

Dad's younger brother was US Army WW II

I was USAF during Vietnam era

My dad has a picture of his brother in the Air Force, but I don't know if he knows where it is. I'll have to ask him.

This is a picture of my great uncle (my mother's uncle on her mother's side) getting ready to be deployed to France during WWI.

Distant ancestors in the American Revolution. As is fairly common around here, ancestors on both sides of the Civil War. They may have taken shots at each other at Shiloh.

Great granddad was with the US Volunteer Infantry in the Phillipines during the Spanish American War. That may have been the last war to call up volunteer regiments, don't know.

A close uncle was with the 95th Infantry Division in WW2. Two more uncles were with the 7th Infantry Division in Korea. None of them would talk about it.

This is my Grandfather, Modist Parisian. 1st Canadian Mounted rifles 249th battalion.
Here he is about 1920. He was in the 1st war, he was only 17, then he volunteered again for the 2nd war at 40 years.
I have all his war records from both wars, he almost died from the Spanish flu, then taking shrapnel in the head in the 1st nearly got him again. A metal plate was put in his head, not sure how they missed it but he then served overseas again in the 2nd.

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Virtually all men in Saskatchewan of age or close to age served in the Canadian military, I also had an Uncle who was a Japanese prisoner of war for 4yrs, he was a Canadian Royal rifle, they were only there for a week when they were captured and interned in Hong Kong.
I also had numerous other family who served in the WW2, Hitler referred to Canadians as a bunch of Cowboys and Indians, he wasn't wrong.

My dad served in western Europe in 44-45 with the 741st Tank Battalion. One of his brothers was there as well & he knew that brother was just a few miles away once, & tried to go see him. The MP's wouldn't let it happen.

That seemed to bother him as much as other stories he told. But they both made it home safe.

I belong to the Alamo Scout facebook group. I've talked to Lance Zedric years ago.

Dad served in the Aleutian Islands before jumping with the 17th Airborne into Germany. They met in San Francisco when he was recovering from being shot twice in 5 days Mom was in the Navy in Supply. This is their wedding picture. My older brother served in the Navy during the Viet Nam war. I believe he is the only Navy vet I know who doesn't claim to have been a SEAL ;^) I served in the US Army 1974-1977. The war was all but over so I am not a combat veteran.

He is my folks wedding picture:

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I had a close friend and neighbor who experienced the same fears as he was dying of cancer. He was terrified, and there was no consoling him.
He had been a glider trooper who survived both D-Day and Holland. After landing in Holland, the first three guys who exited their glider were killed. He was number 4, but made it out. Nicest guy ever, with a terrific sense of humor. I'm sure God welcomed him home.

I made the mistake of contacting Lance Zedric without first talking it over with dad. Lance wanted to fly out and interview Pop for a another book he was writing.

Dad, being in his last year of life wasn’t interested in talking to Lance, or anyone for that matter about the war.

Old buzzard said he’d take the war to his grave...And, he did.

I remember helping dad clean out some stuff he had in several trunk cases at my grandmas house after she died.

Inside dad had a few of his Army uniforms and jackets with the AS 6th Army patch. They went to the Goodwill.

30 years later, I was like, well damn, those patches are considered one of the rarest military patches to have.

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Yeah, I was saying the standard stuff... “Pop, it was war, Japs were trying to kill you too.”

I finally brought in a Priest to talk with him...All good after the Priest left.

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Grandfather tried to get into WWI, but turned 18 on 11/12/18; a day late. Then he tried getting into WWII as a SeaBee because he had a heavy equipment company, but at 43, the War Dept figured Red Lake County needed him more as his graders were the only rigs keeping the roads clear in Northern MN during the winters the war was on. He was always kind of disappointed he couldn't serve.

Dad and his twin brother enlisted in the Air Force in 1953. 852 graduates in their class at Lackland. 800 went to Korea. Dad and his brother stayed stateside. Always wondered if the Sullivan Bros had something to do with that decision. Dad was an FE on a C-119 Flying Boxcar that flew supply missions to the DEW line north of the Arctic Circle. I still have his parka from those missions - my boy wore it two weeks ago during the Vortex clearing snow. Cool old AF logo on the sleeve. Warm as hell too. He stayed in the reserves for 19 years. Flew supply missions into Gitmo during the Cuban Missile Crisis. Retired DoD after 35 years.

Brother was 5th Group SF. Persian Gulf and Panama. Did some drug interdiction here in the states. Didn't talk about it much.

Both of their folded flags are on mom's mantle.

That poem would make Kipling green with envy.



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Arthur A. Moeller. Hardwick Minnesota
US Army. 5th Regimental Combat Team
Arthur died June 11, 1953 from wounds sustained in the defense of Outpost Harry.
Outpost Harry was the last major battle of the Korean War. The armistice was a little
over a month away. Arthur was 21 years old.
My Father-In-Law, Arthur's brother, is a stoic full blood German Farmer who lost two of his three brothers
by the time he was 13 years old. He takes quiet to a new level.
My Father-In-Law and his remaining brother Elmer served in the Army and Navy respectively.
I need to get pictures, and finish research on the rest of the family. Thanks for this thread. We need to remember.

My dad flew fighter jets. VN
Grandfather Army WWII

Father in Law USMC two tours
His dad USMC WWII Korea

Father south Pacific WW2 battle of Manila and island hopping campaigns, Uncle Arthur's Boer war, 2 cousins Vietnam, one killed in1966, other GB made it home after several tours , another cousin Abrams driver Desert Shield,Storm

One of my great-great-great grandfathers served in the Union Army during the Civil War. He was from Illinois at the time, I believe. He never made it home and is buried somewhere in Tennessee. I'm sure other ancestors fought on both sides, but digging up the history on a good deal of my family history has proven to be fruitless. I'm sure there were some who fought in the Revolutionary War too. There is some sketchy evidence on one from South Carolina.

I considered by step-father to be my dad. He served in the USN during the mid-50s, and not long before he passed he told me about submarine service in those days. He was crew on the destroyer Hubbard (DD 748) for a time, and the submarine Pomodon (SS 486) also. While on the Pomodon, they would sneak into the harbor at Vladivostok before first light and sit on the bottom collecting intelligence. After dark they'd sneak back out to sea to snorkel and recharge the batteries, then do it all again the next day. They did this for several months.



When I was in the Navy , my task was opposite. I was in a VP patrol squadron, lending a hand in antisubmarine warfare. So my dad was in subs as the Cold War was beginning, and I was helping to hunt subs towards the end. I never heard a shot fire in anger and as far as I know my dad didn't either.

Interestingly enough, after he and my mom divorced in 1979 he married a woman who we had all known for years, and she had been a POW in the Philippines throughout WWII. Her parents were missionaries and were caught up in it all and were participants in the Bataan Death March. They were imprisoned in the Philippines until McArthur returned, and her father died there, a victim of appendicitis. She told me a few stories...how they were paraded before the camp commandant each day and had to say "O-hy-oh," which meant good morning or some such. After she and her mother were liberated and returned to the states it took her years to lose the habit of picking up her plate and licking it clean after a meal. I urged her to write her memoirs for posterity, but she never did...and I suspect it was because she didn't want to relive it all.

Below is a photo of William G. Dunaway:



Bill Dunaway was a 2nd or 3rd cousin of mine, but I always called him "Uncle Bill." Bill was born to blind parents in Dallas around 1930 or so, and was too much a handful for them. At the age of 16 or thereabouts, he was caught driving a stolen car (they called his deed "joyriding" in those days) and the judge ordered that he vacate Dallas County forever or go to jail. My mom's father went to Dallas, took custody of him, and brought him back to El Paso. He was noted to be one tough SOB...he was known to go out into the sandhills and run a jackrabbit down and catch it. He once brought a jackrabbit home to my grandparents' house, and not knowing what to do with it, put it in my grandfather's closet. The jackrabbit chewed up a brand new suit my garndfather had bought. Anyway, Bill ended up joining the USMC after finding a little more trouble in El Paso, and had to do so to please yet another judge. Bill ended up in Korea, where he won the Silver Star.

William G Dunaway

Bill lived out his life in Southern California and loved the outdoors. Among other pursuits, he was a bowhunter. In the Fall of 1999 he trekked out to a favorite hunting spot and never returned. His son, my cousin, found him dead. He had fallen from a tree stand and injured himself and bled out. Uncle Bill was one of a kind, and I always looked up to him. Miss that guy.

In more recent times, I have a nephew who joined the Army and became a tanker. On his first tour in Iraq in 2006, he volunteered to stand in for a mission with another unit because someone was incapacitated in some way. He was in a tank, and the tank commander asked him to reload the .50-cal. In order to do this, the main gun of the tank had to be raised so the the breech would be low enough in the turret to gain access to the .50-cal's breech. The tank commander raised the gun, but mistakenly lowered it again while my nephew was still in the turret. The breech of the main gun came up under his chin and pinned his head between it and the roof of the turret, basically crushing his head. My nephew ended up with his jaw broken into I-don't-know-how-many pieces, and some skull fractures were involved also. Vision in one eye was lost. He eventually ended up in Walter Reid and underwent many surgeries, after which the Army intended to discharge him. He fought the discharge, and with the help of his chain of command was able to remain in the ranks as long as he chose to stay (with optional full retirement anytime he elected). He served two more tours in Iraq. He did retire about six years ago and is doing well. He considers me to be his mentor and seems to think I could kick his ass in a heartbeat...little does he know, I would never try it, nephew or not.

I got a little history to be proud of...but much more to be grateful for.

My Dad was a Korean war veteran, 8 months in combat in the Army. He did a tour in Germany after coming home from Korea. My grandfather was a WWI veteran and his two sons, my uncles, were WWII veterans. One was at the Battle of the Bulge. He never talked about his experience and got upset if anyone in the family ever ask him about his service. His brother's unit was about to be shipped out to the Pacific when the war ended. My Dad's brother was in the Air Force in the late 50's.

For those of us who never served it is hard to fully understand what the men who went to war experienced and how it effected their lives. I know I am eternally grateful for their sacrifices.

My mom's brother was a medic in the European Theater of WWII, before he transitioned to military intelligence, and then the CIA.

Hawk, every time I see a pic like this it spawns images of trench warfare..That had to be the chittiest duty of all akin to the stench of a Korean or Vietnam rice paddy...BTW do you know if he survived the war ?

My GF was there chasing Pancho Villa too.
He was 16 and lied about his age to enlist.

Ptarrnigan was your GF in the El Paso area ?

GF went on into the trenches of France in 17/18

Dad was commissioned into the 101st in 1955


81 to 84 I was a Huey crewchief in 4th ID

82 to 86 little brother was an OH 58 crewchief in the 25th ID stationed in Hawaii

I’ll bet he knew my uncle Jack. He too, was a radioman “flying the hump”. I got to spend a day with him a few years ago and listen to his stories. He said that when they left the airfield in India, the temps would usually be in the triple digits and they were soaked with sweat. They had to follow a river, flying just above the water to avoid Jap Zeroes. When they got clear of the danger area they climbed as fast as they could to get some altitude to avoid the Zeroes and they had to towel off and climb into their leather and sheepskin flight suits to stand the minus 50* temps over the Himalayas.

Dad, stationed in India. Flew the "Hump"

Yes, he survived the trenches, and returned home to Danville, VA. He tried out for a professional baseball team, and was accepted on the team as a pitcher. He was told to show up for spring training in a few months, when it was scheduled to start, but wanted to earn some money in the meantime, so he took hours at the Dan River Textile Mill. His shirt sleeve got caught in some gears there, and it pulled him in, killing him, so he never got to play pro ball. Survived the trenches of The Great War only to be killed in a textile mill.

My Dad served during WW II on Guam as a Physician, mostly treating Japanese POW’s who we had napalmed out of caves. After WW II he went back to Boston and finished his Surgical Residency, had 3 kids (me in 1947) and set up a thriving practice in a Boston suburb. Unbeknownst to him, he continued on the roles of the USN Reserves, and got a telegram telling him to report to the USS Columbus for duty as Fleet Surgeon. He kissed us kids goodbye and served off the coast of South Korea until 1954. He got out as a Commander and became Chief of Surgery at a Boston suburban hospital. I was too lazy as a college student to get into medical school, but took Army ROTC and was commissioned an Infantry 2LT. After IOBC at Fort Benning, I spent most of my time shooting a Service Rifle (Match Grade M14) and as a Personnel Officer. I got out as a CPT and a Distinguished Rifleman.

Good thread!

My dad, Age 18 1/2 in SEA, Philippines. Medals — PH and ST. Some other captured Japanese items (the leather pouch, flag, some currency, and pictures) not shown. Took home a sniper’s 6.5 Arisaka model 38 carbine with bayonet. There is the question as to whether this is the one he was wounded with. He became a quiet, rather taciturn guy, occasionally mentioning “the sniper” and “war is awful” in later years.

Dad’s other brother was a medic in North Africa and spent 2 years in a German POW camp. He was a great calm, quiet, gentle guy.

A third was in the navy and in the battle of the Leyte Gulf. Lost men, comm’s and one screw. Limped several months to a friendly port excommunicator bailing with anything that could hold water. This brother I think may have had what we now call PTSD after getting home.

Dad later became a history and econ prof on the GI Bill and hated how the Vietnam conflict was hamstrung by the politicos. It was the lottery system by then in ‘70 I believe, and my number was 157. Called to take my physical and planning on going. Dad never said a word. They stopped the call-up in the 140’s in my county.

My dad, the youngest brother, passed in 2017 at 92 and rarely mentioned the war. The other two passed much earlier. But they all made it home.

Great Stuff guys.

One of my grandfathers served in Korea
The other grandfather served in WWII with the 86th Division in Europe and the Philippines

Three great uncles served n WWII. One with 4th ID The other two with the 29th Div.

Had great uncles who served in WWI . One of them was KIA at the Belleau Wood.

Several great grandfathers and uncles served on both sides in the Civil War.

Two relatives served in the Revolutionary War.

This 4x great uncle served with the British Army during the Boer War: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/8543814/francis-newton-parsons

He won the Victoria Cross. Some in the family say I bear a resemblance to him.

We have a family book, lists almist everyone on my dads side from the
1760s to now.


The first here fought in the revolution.
No mention, but a dam good chance he was involved in the
Whiskey Rebellion, time, place, auction list of his stuff included bags of hops and a still,

Another ancestor was housed😉 at Andersonville His, family went and paroled him.

Not sure who else, paternal or maternal.
Mom's dad was a WWII vet. Army European theater.

This thread got me to call the local Vetrans affairs office, to try and
get records. A DD-214 is available, really hoped to acquire a full record.
He was a bit wild, up until his death. Know he was demoted several times
would love to find out details. They tell me that's not available, darn
shame. Loved the man, worshiped him. He had a good enough discharge to get benefits and Gram did too, so there wouldn't be anything there
too bad. Or surprising. Wouldn't change a thing except let us know
more of the story.

Gonna get that DD-214. They are building a Vetran's Walk on the Post Office lawn alongside the memorials. Gonna be a brick there
with Pap's name.

my family has been in every armed conflict America was involved with since the Revolutionary war. Except Korea. One nephew today flying Air Force tankers. Another out to Sea on a carrier.

Revolutionary war, texas independence/ the Alamo, civil war, both world wars, Vietnam. No pics except my uncles who were in Nam but I don't have those pics saved on my laptop.

Dad was an Armored Cav officer in the National Guard.

My biological grandfather got drafted in WW2....but I have no info about that.

After graduating from Georgia Tech as an Electrical Engineer, my Dad joined the Navy in about 1941. He was an engineering officer on the USS Christopher, DE100.

After the Christopher was sold to Brazil, he was involved in mothballing the Naval ships in Fl. He spent 20 years in the Navy and Reserve. My brothers and I never knew he was in the reserve until he passed away. He just didn't talk much about for some reason. He wasn't very happy when I told him I wanted to join the Navy after school and was thrilled when I found out that the Navy was cutting back on enlistment after Vietnam and my chances of getting in were 0 to none.

He said he never had to dig a fox hole and his food was always hot. His positive reasons for joining the Navy. He said that he was stationed on a floating target for German ships, but that they were built to fight Subs and very well equipped to do just that. He also said that there was a question as to whether or not the steel used in constructing their ship was substantial enough to set off an armor piercing shell from an opposing ship, or would it just pass on through. I'm glad he didn't find out.

This is him on the right, on the bridge of some ship, that isn't identified, in the 1950's we think.

As far as my mothers side we came from Scotland Mclouds originally before the revolutionary war and they fought against the British.Later on branching out in the civil war 2 of my great great grandads inlisted in the 19th va infantry one was wounded at seven pines the other cold harbor.Both were present July 3 1863 under Garnetts brigade in Pickett’s charge both made it back some how.Another great great grand dad was a slave owner fairly large estate folks called him “land lord clements” he eventually got drafted to Petersburg in the final days there not on the yankee side.My fathers side came from France the only thing I’ve been told is they were great lovers what ever the hell that means and my great great granddad on that side served in the Lynchburg home gaurd killed some Yankees there in 1864.

I’ll really take the time later to relish the stories and take in every word. These threads are the best ones and they show why our country was the greatest nation on earth!….because of the men being memorialized and spoken of here.

The poem “We’re rolling tonight” is one of the finest battlefield poems I’ve ever read and I’ve read a lot of them.

Wifes great grandfather was part of a company made up of College Students from Clermont,Iowa, he died in the battle for Shiloh in the Hornets Nest. His brother was Co. Commander and went on to become a US Congressman
She was very close to her Grandmother, but never found out about her Grandmothers Dad, until we got a call asking us to attend a family reunion in Iowa.
Wifes father was a LT in the Army during WWII, but his MOS kept him state side the whole War.
I spent 6 years in the Marine Reserves, 63-69, joined to help pay for College, joined before Nam but our unit was never called up.
My youngest son was recruited by West Point and Annapolis for football, but chose college instead. He'll admit today that it was a wrong decision, he graduated but looking back he'd chose Annapolis if he did it again.

From my previous post I live on some of “land lord clements” land now trying to keep all I can keep or buy back my grandma has a leather map showing his lands very detailed I have no idea the age of that

Lost him on July 2nd. He was a hard man when I was growing up. He mellowed with age and my kids thought he was a teddy bear. He’s responsible for any good that’s in me and I will always miss him. My love for fishing and hunting came from the time we spent together.

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Father's side of family:
WWI - Grandfather, rifleman, 82nd All American Div. Survived mustard gas exposure with some lung damage.

WWII (all deployed to combat areas, all survived war, but there were a couple of Purple Hearts)
- Father, SSG Rifle Squad Leader, 10th Mtn Div
- Uncle, Bosun's Mate USN (landing craft operator Normandy and Pacific islands)
- Uncle, Armed Guard, USN, gunner on armed merchant ships.
- Uncle (by marriage), Army (?? don't remember more), captured early on in North Africa and spent was as POW

Post WWII/Korean war/1950s - Three Uncles served, 2 Army & 1 Air Force. None of them deployed to Korean Conflict.

Vietnam era - four cousins drafted into Army. One ended up in Air Defense Artillery with 4th Infantry Div, one went Infantry with 82nd Airborne Div., one ended up at Carlisle Barracks (don't remember branch), last was a Medic at FT Gordon. None of them deployed to SE Asia.

Post Vietnam. Couple more cousins enlisted in the 70s - Air Force.

1980s and on.
- one cousin enlisted and did a tour in Korea - Army
- I was commissioned 2LT USAR out of ROTC in 1980, then 1LT Regular Army 1982 in the Medical Service Corps, retired in 2002. Only officer and only career military on this whole side of the family.

So on my father's side of family:
- My grandfather, father, all my uncles, 7 out of 9 male first cousins, and myself served at some time. Only other male relative that didn't serve in armed forces is my brother. Nobody else has entered the military since the 80s. In other words: from WWI to about 1990 we had 18 males eligible for military service, and all but three served.

Mother's side of family is more vague:
Pretty sure four of her brothers served in WWII, at least two of them were Army Air Corps. Three came home.
One of her sisters went into the Army Nurse Corps WWII and stayed in for a career.
As far as I can remember nobody on mother's side went into the services after WWII.

Wish I had bigger pictures.

My dad (the one shaking hands), Operations Officer for the 2/94th Field Artillery in Ft. Sill, Oklahoma in September 1966 just before they deployed to Camp JJ Carroll near the DMV, northern South Vietnam;



My dad's tent (one of a couple) that was destroyed by a direct hit by a NVA 122mm rocket in March 1967.

All my great, great grandpaps served in the civil war. I have 2 of their discharges...



Pap served on the battleship Iowa during Korea. We got to tour her before she opened as a museum. Showing off our big guns, in front of THE big guns...

Fascinating thread here. Paternal GF served in the Canadian Machine Gun Corps in WW1. 17 months in France, mostly in a trench. Almost never spoke about it except once when my dad was graduating H.S. in 1943. He talked my dad into joining the Navy because he feared WW2 would wind up as another trench war. Told my dad all about the trenches, the bodies, rats, gas, and that if his son got killed in WW2 it would be better to die at sea. He didn't want his only son to die in the mud. Dad spent the rest of WW2 on a light cruiser as a radioman. They were at D-Day, the invasion of Southern France and did convoy duty in the north Atlantic. Dad's sisters both married WW2 vets so one uncle was a marine radioman in the pacific and the other was a ground crewman on B-17's in England. He was from a German family and bi-lingual and in the spring of 1945 Uncle Sam was suddenly looking for servicemen who could speak German. That was how he wound up at the Mittlewerks at Nordhausen, Germany's V-2 rocket factory hidden in an old Gypsum mine in a mountain. The U.S. went in there before the ink was dry on the surrender papers and packed up the entire place and shipped it here. He was there to communicate with all the German civilians that were hired to pack it all up. Brought home a Luger pistol out of a display case in an office area of the factory that I inherited when he passed in 2001. If this web site weren't so difficult for folks like me to post pics on I'd post a couple.

I recently learned that my paternal grandfather served in WWII. My father didn't serve. My maternal grandfather served stateside during the Korean Conflict. His son served in the MI Nat'l Guard during the 80s. I served in the Army from 1994-2021. Somewhere on an external hard drive I have pictures from all 3 of my combat deployments to Iraq and Afghanistan.

Thanks, Dinny

Almost forgot to include my own service to my previous post. So grandfather WW1, Dad WW2 and I served in the Marine Corps late 60's early 70's. Was on my way to Vietnam for the spring 1970 replacement draft when Pres. Nixon cancelled the orders of me and a whole bunch of other guys about the first week of Feb, 1970 and nobody knew why. Wasn't until the summer of that year that they made the announcement about troop reductions. Then we understood. So luckily I managed to avoid the Agent Orange but now I wonder about the water I was drinking at Camp LeJeune N.C. in 1970-71. Heard about it a couple years ago before all the lawyer commercials began and got registered with the VA in case I come down with one of those cancers. Although back then I think most of us consumed more beer than we did water.

Dodged those a time or three...During an interdiction turnaround mission one night in '69 to rearm on bingo fumes we were forced to land at Phu cat during a 122mm attack launched from the nearby hills..Fortunately only two out 5 detonated.

the other three disintegrated on impact spewing big chunks of burning solid propellant from all compass headings like the 4th of july. No major damage this time just a PITA for the fire dept extinguishing

a few grass fires along the active and between several aircraft revetments..

Don, I gotta say that the old man all crabbed out in a bodybuilding pose pertaining to your description of the pic is cool as schit…!

My father was in the battle for manila, his only words were when we came into the city there was no quarter. Cousin was a Kennedy SF in vn, another was the first Kia for our county no pictures

My Dad served and retired at 60. Numerous uncles and now my youngest son who is currently in AIT.

No pics either, not until I get off my ass and scan some in. Dad was a replacement for the 116th/29th, right after June 6, he got stuck with the bazooka at one period, and a 50# pack radio another period. Uncle JR was Army in the Pacific, he had it bad, never talked much about it. I have but two remembrances of his time there, the trigger group and magazine from his carbine, bent to hell from a 7.7 right at the part surrounding the magazine, still has 4-5 rounds in it. He was in a jeep on the island of Truk with that across his chest. Good move, JR! And a Nambu in it's synthetic leather holster, that he took from a prefecture police officer IN NAGASAKI, like only several days after they landed in Japan. He was not supposed to be there but... but he did end up with Leukemia in his later years.

My father in law was a driver for the prime mover on one of the 280mm atomic cannons deployed to West Germany, I have a whole bunch of old, curled black and whites of them barging his over the Rhine and shlepping it around post war West Germany (tight corners!)

Grandfather served in WW1
Dad served in WWII in Europe, did the Normandy thing, Did 20 years
His brother was a Marine in the Pacific, got out after the war
Mom was a WAC in the fifties until I came along
I did 20+ years as Light Infantry

Joe

American Revolution - Several
GGGFs - Civil war - 1 each side, I have the BP Colt Revolver from the one that marched with Sherman...
WWI - for the most part missed
WWII - English great uncle died on the HMS Hunter - Battle of Narvik
- Another tail gunner, shot down and spent several years in a Stalag
KOREA - Uncle, tank commander, Battle of White Horse Mountain - Bronze Star
VIETNAM - Uncle, USS Earnest, G. Small, Uncle, DR on a Hospital Ship
IRAQ - Cousin

DAD - served 12 years, Stationed England and Guam, 'found' mom in England, 'got' my brother while on Guam......... it has not yet capsized

The handsome boy standing up is my uncle, my hero. He was captured by the Japanese early in the war and spent the war in a POW camp.He managed to build a radio receiver in his wooden leg, and could get and spread news to his fellow prisoners, bolstering their morale.My father, a combat veteran in the European theatre described him as " a remarkable man". I never heard him use that term to describe anyone else. Went on to be a Doctor after the war.

No pics.
Gramps was Merchant Marine.
Nazis on island, commies after.....even my dad (no service due to hand damage as a kid)...........nobody talked about that stuff.

GGGG grandfather was a German mercenary employed by the British, American revolution. Not sure how well known it is but....the British hired 30,000 mercenaries to fight in the war.

A number of Indian wars, mostly on the plains, USA and Canada, both sides.

My Grandfather WW1 and WW2, wounded in the 1st, (1st Canadian mounted rifles) nearly died there, he was only 17.
He lived to lie his way into WW2, I have all his discharge papers from both wars.
My Grampa around 1920


My uncle was a royal rifle, spent 4 yrs in a Japanese prison camp (hong kong), enough said.
I had a picture of him in the camp, but it was lost in the computer..

My Dad also served and was stationed in Germany after the war.

One grandfather was in the Army in WWI, the other I don't know.. My father was a Lt. and the Operations Officer on the USS Langley in WWII. His brother was a Lt. in the USN also. My cousins both were in the Air Nat'l Guard during the Viet Nam War..

I was in the USN and served as a torpedoman on two submarines; the USS Redfish and the USS Razorback from '66-'69. The Razorback is now at the Maritime Museum in North Little Rock AR.

A neat pic of my wifes' Grandfather. A picture postcard he sent, as written on it, "just out of the trenches" when he was in Paris on leave. He served with the Yankee Division (26th ID) both chasing Pancho Villa down on the border and in europe in WW-I.

My brother and I at West Point welcoming soldiers back home 1973

Our whole family has served. Every branch has been covered. I only went as far back as ww2 but every war and conflict included one of our family members.

Proud to say I'm the first and only Marine....so far

https://www.tshaonline.org/handbook/entries/tumlinson-george-w

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Immortal_32

My wife's father served in the Navy as a Pharmacy Mate aboard the battleship South Dakota. Some of the pics are of the aftermath of a main battery explosion. He was also in Tokyo Bay for the Japanese surrender and those pics were give to him by one of his photographer buddies who was on the Missouri.