My Grandfather

Both my father and father-in-law were in during Korea (Air force and Army). My grandmfather couldn't go in WWII because he was a farmer and they would not take him so he volunteered to be the Air Raid Warden for the county...even though he couldn't go he wanted to do something.
 
Havnt been round much but thought i'd add my 2 cents...

On my mothers side:

My grandfather fought the last 2 years of the war in New Guinea with the Australia army, the only person he ever spoke to about what happened there was me and my brother...stuff my grandmother had never heard. Had a mean groove down the side of his head where a japanese sniper round grazed just above his ear, told me clear as the day he done it what happened to that sniper and its something i wont forget. The things we have to do in war.

On my fathers side:

My grandfather was in the Dutch Resistance, so he wasnt formally a soldier with any formed military but a militia man fighting for his land. After WWII him and my grandmother had to leave the country, story goes they were still being chased by nazi supporters after the war but that was never confirmed just a family tale that is relatively believeable.

My brother in law also is currently serving in Iraq...hope he gets to come home for xmas so i can finally meet him.
 
My great great great grandfather fought for the 17th Maine in the Civil War, my dad has framed all of his old pins and medals in our house.
 
I wish I had seen this awesome thread sooner.

My grandfather Joseph Sonzena served in the Canadian Army during WWII. He drove a truck that was pretty much out fitted to be a mobile welding/fix anything shop. I have a stack of pictures he took while overseas. I have yet to get them all scanned so I took pictures of some of them.

This might turn out to be longer than expected, but here goes. My grandfather (he is 90) usually ends up telling stories or talking about his experiences overseas during family dinners. I think it was Christmas night last year he really got in depth about it, more so than usual. I quickly got a pen and paper and wrote as fast as I could to keep up with him. We even got the world atlas out to aid his memory. To the best of my ability to write down every detail I could and still read my writing without missing anything... here is the basics of it.

My grandfather left Canada to New York City. From NY he sailed on the Queen Elizabeth to Glasgow Scotland and then on to the UK. Once in the UK they prepared for war and were soon put on alert that the invasion could be any day.

Once word the invasion was underway, he and his group were loaded up on a ship and headed out into the English Channel. There they waited circling for their time to head in. While at sea waiting my grandfather distinctly remembers the battle ship next to them. It was the HMS Rodney. He recalls the loud booms as it fired shells toward the coast. His group finally went to shore at Juno Beach in the early morning the day after D-Day. (D-Day +1). There was a large door from the ships hold that dropped down and he drove his truck (large truck) right out of the ship into the shallow water and onto the beach.

From Juno they were to head towards Caen, France. Grandpa doesn't talk too much about getting from the beach to the city. Being the morning after the invasion it was not pretty. A lot of dead and dying men and equipment. He does talk about the occasional German fighter coming along and strafing them. When he got to Caen it was pretty much destroyed from allied bombs, broken and burned out shells of buildings. One big ruble pile.

From Caen they went to Brussels, Belgium and camped on a riverbank. He remembers there being a museum to Napoleon, or rather to the place where Napoleon was defeated. From Brussels it was on to Antwerp Netherlands then Eindhoven. From Eindhoven he went to Nijmegen where the Germans had blown up a retaining wall that held back the ocean or some body of water. Trucks got bogged down and had to be towed out of the muck. Grandpa also remembered seeing dead paratroopers hanging from telephone poles where they had gotten tangled. There the Germans closed in on the Canadians and they could not move forward or retreat back. Not sure how long that lasted, but Patton came through and broke the German line. At this point I have a scribbled note about the Rhine river and Holland. After Patton broke the German line they were able to move forward to Arnhem and the Rhine River. I have another note about the Battle of Arnhem. At Arnhem his unit built a bridge (that was one of their primary objectives was building bridges as they went) and crossed the Rhine into Germany and ended up not far from Hamburg, Germany.

While in Germany he remembers seeing Gliders and Paratoopers. Grandpa recalled it was a beautiful night with a full moon (would explain the paratroopers). After the drop they had to get a bridge built to cross a river. When the bridge was built the Paratroopers crossed and moved towards Berlin. Not long after that point his unit was pulled back. They were not allowed to fraternize with the Germans while they were there. He remembers being in Solingen Germany and that it was known from making knives. While sitting idle having been pulled back they explored the area and came across a wall safe in a house. Somehow they opened it up and it had dentist tools in it. My grandfather still has some of those tools. While still in Solingen they got word the war was over. Germans came into their camp at night to surrender so not to get shot during the day. They came across a place where the Germans had stored confiscated radios, so as you would imagine the everyone in the unit ended up with a radio. They left all of their equipment in Solingen and were transported on a truck to Calais, France.

From Calais they took a ferry across the channel to Dover, UK. Went from Dover to London and London to South Hampton. He departed South Hampton for the coast and was loaded onto the Queen Elizabeth, the same ship that brought him to Europe and headed for home.

Now...Pictures!

HMS Rodney (Not one of my Grandpas pics)
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http://www.naval-history.net/xGM-Chrono-01BB-Rodney.htm

The Queen Elizabeth. Ship on the left in the second pic. (also not my gpa's pics)
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Bombers Flying
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German Aircraft
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I think this was Caen Fance. Not sure
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Damaged Train
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Barren Land
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Vehicles
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More Vehicles
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a few more to follow.....
 
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Grandpa. Top Left: Leaning on the truck on the left. Top Right: I think that was his truck, can't tell for sure but that might be him sticking his hea out. Bottom Left: Him. Bottom Right: Second on the left.
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Random. Bottom right is Grandpa with no shirt playing cards.
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Camp. I think this was before they left Canada to go to Europe...not sure.
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Misc. Grandpa is in the top right pic, guy on the right.
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The Pictures. I treasure these.....
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.....and this
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I can't back up that all of this is 100% accurate, but as far as Grandpa can remember it is all accruate.

Thanks.
 
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I'll add in...

On my Father's side, my Grandpa was an aircraft electrician for the Royal Canadian Air Force during WWII. He worked on DC-3's primarily. He ahs a cool old pistol a friend of his brought back from Germany, a Browning Hi-Power that story has it was run over by a tank in the mud. It does have an odd mark on the slide that seems to corroborate...that and the fact that as far as I know, my Grandpa never told a lie.


On my Mother's side, my Grandpa fought with the US Army in France and Belgium as a sniper. He used to tell me how he had to sneak back into base after returning from the foxholes, because he routinely stayed out for so long, the passwords had changed and he didn't know the new ones. He was always afraid he would get shot, because he carried an MP40 liberated from an inhabitant of one of those foxholes (he used that when moving around) and he thought he would be mistaken as a German. His feet froze in the snow during the battle of the Bulge, trapped in the open between German tank lines, and that sent him home for good.

My father was drafted in 1968 as a Canadian citizen and assigned under General Stilwell decrypting communications from SF teams around the world. He was bored with that and soon volunteered for the Q-course. He served for two tours in Vietnam with the 5th Special Forces Group. I don't know much about his service there as he doesn't talk much about it. What little my brothers and I have pried out of him or our mom are horrific stories that are hard to imagine experiencing.

Two of my brothers are currently serving. One is on his third tour in Iraq curently with the Army National Guard. The other spent three tours fighting with the 82nd, spent some time as a Ranger Instructor in Dahlonega, GA and is being groomed for a spot as First Sargeant in the 82nd for a Corp level scout company.

As an interesting note, the oldest blood relative to fight in our family was Alexander MacGillivray, who died on the field of Culloden as leader of the Clan Chattan Jacobites against the english.

I love and respect them all, and am immensely proud to have these men of honor in my family.
 
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