I wonder if your uncle read any of these books. And if he did what does he think of it?
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What place in USSR was he in captivity? POW camp number? I could try do dig some info about it…
Where was he repairing tanks?
Given your comments elsewhere about Japanese brutality, I wondered if it might be because of his experiences with the Japanese, which would suggest that he was in Burma or Malaya.
If so, do you know where he was and when was he there?
I don’t, apart from rare instances like the preceding two words.
Mostly I challenge you, which is different, because I think you’re a fraud and a troll.
However, in this thread I merely asked questions. A request for information is not a contradiction.
[i]P.S. Pussy cat, please note that you are slipping badly. As a purported semi-literate who consistently demonstrates inconsistencies in you semi-literate endeavours, you have just produced two sentences with correct spelling which, even more remarkably, spell engineer and contradict correctly.
And this from someone who uses wast for wasn’t!
Yeah! Right![/i] :rolleyes:
He was a radio operator in the RACV’s tank repair section.
Pussy cat! Pussy cat! O! My mewing little pussy cat!
How is it that you can spell the following four words correctly when you can’t manage simpler ones?
Military Profession/Occupation during
And, astonishingly, after consisently using juring for during as at
#82 http://www.ww2incolor.com/forum/showthread.php?t=8056&highlight=juring&page=6 and #118 at http://www.ww2incolor.com/forum/showthread.php?p=138626&highlight=juring#post138626 and #18 http://www.ww2incolor.com/forum/showthread.php?p=138459&highlight=juring#post138459 and so on, all of a sudden you can spell it correctly after managing to spell military, profession and occupation correctly.
Kitty kat, your litter tray is way past full.
Oh I wouldn’t know Egorka,
The guy is like 86 yrs old and speaks no english. With my broken German it was a wonder how I could have stayed with him for 2 weeks before I visited my other relatives in Hamburg. All I kinow is that he spoke very little about it and he was on disability pendion after the war. He said the russian Labor camp was pretty rough. He never said he hated the Russians though. I always remember him saying that he hated Hitler for failing Germany.He was an ordaniry soldier, nothing fancy. I don’t know why they would keep him, considering he wasn’t an officer or anything like that.
I Like Kitty Kay…Leave her Alone:)
I will, when she stops pretending to be a dunce and stops posting crap.
Then just ignore her, like the way you ignore me?..anyways, you make me laugh with your kitty kat stuff…LOL!
If I ignored you, would I have responded to your last post?
I just don’t respond to you the same way I used to when you were obsessed with nuking the Axis powers (and possibly the planets as far out as Jupiter) before, during and after WWII. 
If I, and others, hadn’t responded to you on those issues and helped you to understand the very liberal rules of acceptable conduct on this site, would you still be here?
Kit-Kat could end up in the same position if she got her finger out of her fundament and started using it to post something approaching sense in accordance with the rather better intellect which is behind the idiot she tries to portray with most of her posts.
Major Walter, I always thought your grandfather made parts for the Zepplin and your grandmother made cup cakes…LOL…(Refrring to your previous name logo.haha)
Im not pretending to be dunce, it comes naturally.
I can not tell you where he was when he was repairing tanks. I’ll have to go and look it up for you.
And with my spelling,I dont know why im inconsistant with my spelling.
I really dont know why.
Why you always challaging me all the time.
Youre a well educated mature man, and im a young uneducated girl,theres no need to challage me.
As a follow on:
Two of my Dads brothers were captured in Greece, one of whom was nearly executed by the Germans for destroying his fleet of trucks & other vehicles. ( He was in the Royal Corps of Transport) His other two brothers were in the London Fire Brigade throughout the war.
My Mums brother lost his hand in an industrial accident when he was an apprentice in a pre war engineering firm he stayed with the firm throughout & beyond the war. Her two sisters were both employed in the armaments industry. Both are still alive, and are aged 101 & 98 respectively
Paul
Both my parents were either too young or not born yet but my father’s father was in the 40 eme regiment d’infanterie and fought at Verdun then moved to Salonika and fought in Yugoslavia.I have read his soldier’s book and his first homeleave was September 1918.Although he was mobilised in 1940 ,he didn’t fight due either to his age or the fact that France lost already.
My hometown is on the border close to Italy so they got invaded in 1940(the famous Italian stab in the back) but they got difficulties to pass through the Maginot line between St Agnes and Roquebrune.My family had to move to some relatives near Toulon until things got back to “normal”
My father was too young to remember this happening but it does remember that Italians soldiers in the border were mean and German ones were giving sweets to little kids like him.He was also wounded(shrapnel in the head) when an American ship shelled the city by mistake (a German self propelled gun was firing from one hill to another giving the impression of a much bigger force).
From my mother side,they all come from the French Ardennes so they were occupied during WW1(saw some pictures of the German army taking (read stealing)the bell from my mother’s village church for metal and some showing some soldiers bathing in a pool in a leisure center of some sort.
WW2 was even worse as the village is in a triangle between Charleville-Meziere, Stonne and Rethel.
So on both side they became refugees.
I think that’s it for me.
My paternal grandparents died young and were already deceased by the time that WW2 started. My maternal grandfather was a local politician, serving in the town council. He also had a radio show where he played music and discussed political issues. My maternal grandmother was a housewife. My parents were young during WW2. My father served in the US Army during the Korean war, but saw no combat as he was taken to an unit in Panama. I do have relatives in Spain that fought during the Spanish Civil War and one distant cousin that fought in the Blue Division.
My father was the only son in his family making him elgible for exemption from service. But, he had attended a university with Reserve Officer Training Corps assistance in the late 1930s. So he accepted a officers comission in early 1941. Trained as a aircraft ordinance specialist he spent the war supervising attending to the bombs and machine guns of a medium (B26 type) bomber Squadron (555) and then for the Group. This was in Europe. It was a fairly easy war for him. Like most Americans sent to Europe he worried about submairne torpedos while crossing the Atlantic. In England his airfield was occasionally bombed. Later in December 1944 during Ardennes battle a lost plane load of German partroopers fell near his airfield. He spent the day leading his ordinance technicians about the French countryside searching for the German paras. In the hope of rescuing them from anoyed Frenchmen I suspose.
In very early 1945 he volunteered to serve as a air liasion officer to a ground combat unit. After a few days training he was sent to ride along with a Tank Destroyer battalion. There were no air liasion duties, but he did speak some German so his primary task was to shout at the enemy soldiers they encountered and persuade them to surrender. They usually did. In early April the liasion mission was terminated. He & his comrades found a ride back to their airbase in a convoy of empty trucks returning west for more cargo. Then occured one of the events he recalled most clearly. The roads were lined with tens of thousands of laborers and former prisoners leaving Germany. He and another officer persuaded the convoy commander to give some of the refugees a ride. The trucks were loaded with hundreds of men and some women in shabby coveralls and broken shoes. Wet in the April rain sharing the American cigarettes and conversing slowly in half dozen laguages they rode along across the broken countryside towards their future.
Many of my fathers cousins served. One of them he saw by chance in a passing convoy in England. They waved and did not see each other for another year. Another cousin was serving as a clerk in a divsion HQ during the battle on Okinawa. One day he noticed on a roster of arriving infantry replacements the name of another cousin. He resolved to seach him out soon. But just 48 hours later the same mans name appeared on the casualty roster for the previous day. He had lasted just one day of combat before being badly wounded. By nightfall he was off the island to a hospital ship.
Two other stories from people who were not of my family. One was a young girl perhaps six years old, living in London. In late 1944 here father came home on leave she knew who he was but could not recall ever seeing him before in her life. A few days later her parent were walking along a street with her brother & her, when they abruptly therew the children to the ground falling on them. She was stunned and sat there on the sidewalk as her parents stood up. They bade her sit there with her brother and helped some people who came out of a house to lay sheets over the others who had been walking along the street. Eventually she came to understand one of the V bombs had exploded nearby killing the others.
One of my sergeants was born in Germany in 1941. His earliest memory was of sitting in a bomb shelter. He saw a jet of flame come out of a vent opening at the other end of the room and wash over the people sitting near it. He was just able to comprehend that they must be in some sort of serious trouble from this.
No direct ancestors in WW2, but a couple of great uncles did - one at Alamein (pretty sure he survived the war) and another with Bomber Command (died in a training accident in the UK - flew into a mountain in bad weather).
View my profile to see my Grandfather a Coldstreamer who served in Italy and Greece, he received a bayonet wound in 44 we believe at Cassino, also wounded by a mortar shell. My Gran was a house wife in rural Oxfordshire. The Wifes Father was in the SAS and SOE and his father was in the French resistance.
Hello!
This is actually my first post on here as I just joined today. I am putting together a military history for my Father and I found your site with the WWII pics.
My Father served in the Army during WWII and fought on Okinawa. He was part of the 382d Infantry, Company E and was an automatic rifleman (B.A.R.).
My Father was wounded on May 16, 1945 during the battle at the Shuri line. He was on the battle front and was one of four men in his company who volunteered to be the first men to attempt reaching the ridge of the hill called "Dick Right" or more commonly called "Dick Hill".
He came face to face with two Japanese soldiers who walked around from behind a boulder as he was approaching the ridge. My Father's rife misfired twice (he later found out that the ammunition had gotten wet, but no one had bothered to remove it from the supply or warn the riflemen). He was hit with a hand grenade that was thrown by one of the two Japanese soldiers and he spent 15 months in military hospitals having surgeries and recovering.
I have pictures of this battle and also of my Father’s company approaching this hill, but I can’t get them to “copy and paste” into this post. Do I need to do something specific to get this to work?
Thanks!
Do “Go advanced” and then, scroll below, you can see “attach files” and there you can upload files from your computer.