World War II Fathers

Sleddog46

Recently been missing my Dad who died 54 years ago when I was 10. He was a WWII vet who saw some heavy **** in Europe. D-Day plus 2, Holland, France, Bastonge, etc. Almost had his feet amputated from frost bite. He was a Staff Sergeant in The 28th division nicknamed The Bloody Bucket Brigade by the ****'s. He ran the communication lines. His company held a bridge attacked by 3 divisions of Hitlers SS Elite. I miss the fact that I never got the chance to talk to him about his experience's there as I grew older and understood more. Hope some of you got to experience more with your Fathers than I did. And if any WWII vets are still around Thank them for the HELL they went thru. Maybe some would care to share Divisions, Companies, and ranks they held. Also Europe or the Pacific. Sorry if this sounds like a downer but I needed to talk and knew I could count on you to listen and understand. Thanks

thehilk

Love everything about this post. I am thankful for your fathers service to this country 

Sleddog46

thehilk said:

Love everything about this post. I am thankful for your fathers service to this country 

Thank You, This means a lot to me.

dirtdude

Appreciate your Pops service.  My grandfather was a WW2 draftee but as a 36 yr old father of 4 they stationed him stateside, driver for some upper echelon ****, guess all those years of driving Capone's hootch paid off.

silvermouse

I recently found my birth-family. Pic above is my dad. Wish I had met him. 
My adoptive father was in the Coast Guard before the war, during the war he was a machinist at General Electric.

silvermouse

edit:^ the first became an alcoholic and died while having a seizure, the second committed suicide when I was 12. War sucks not only for those killed but for the survivors.

Guitarded

From the veterans memorial in Truth or Consequences NM. 

jd50ae

My father was one of the first to land on D-Day. He was a beach master, not a long lived job. He walked to Berlin and on the way opened a couple of the death camps. He was up and down in rank. I guess you can't stick your rifle in Patton's face and expect to make general yourself. When the ceasefire was announced he was ordered to Paris to protect it. He hated it, you never knew which group of frogs were going to shoot at you. He would not talk about any of it, ever. Found out what little I know from his brothers, all of them enlisted. All 4 made it back.
All the husbands that lived on our street after the war were pretty much all veterans from all branches of service. My god father, lived 2 doors down, was a Canadian who joined the RAF and flew the "devil plane". He crashed landed more than once and 2 times in the same field where his future wife was hanging clothes.
We lived in a very safe neighborhood. 

Sleddog46

jd50ae said:

My father was one of the first to land on D-Day. He was a beach master, not a long lived job. He walked to Berlin and on the way opened a couple of the death camps. He was up and down in rank. I guess you can't stick your rifle in Patton's face and expect to make general yourself. When the ceasefire was announced he was ordered to Paris to protect it. He hated it, you never knew which group of frogs were going to shoot at you. He would not talk about any of it, ever. Found out what little I know from his brothers, all of them enlisted. All 4 made it back.
All the husbands that lived on our street after the war were pretty much all veterans from all branches of service. My god father, lived 2 doors down, was a Canadian who joined the RAF and flew the "devil plane". He crashed landed more than once and 2 times in the same field where his future wife was hanging clothes.
We lived in a very safe neighborhood. 

 Same here about what he would say. Most of what I know is from the internet and a diary he carried.  And I bet you never had to lock your doors.