Call of Duty May 20, 2014 by LAMarcom 3 This is just outstanding! Check out the original. Share this:FacebookTwitterRedditMoreTumblrPrintPocketLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...
There is nothing but honour in your statement.
(and Yes, I come from a military family as well)
And I did serve my country:
Cheers My Friend.
I’m in tune with everything in this post.
For starters, I love history. Especially military history. What’s interesting to me, particularly at my age, is that I’d likely be in fatigues in no time. Not because of a want or a “need” necessarily, but for so many other factors. Could I endure the looks from my neighbours if I were to try and opt out? Especially when their sons–my friends—didn’t return? What would be my excuse?
My grandfather was RCAF, and for god knows what reason, he volunteered to be a ball turret gunner. Air Force casualty statistics were among the worst (on average) in WWII, but those guys? In the belly up the plane, their knees up to their cheekbones? Deaf in minutes…a red smear moments after. There are horror stories of the landing gear on those flying fortresses malfunctioning all the time, and the pilots having to skid the planes along the runway, knowing full well that the gunner would be a smear along the tarmac. But, such are the hard decisions that have to be made in war – the deaths of the few pale in comparison to the survival of the many.
Anyway…fortunately the war ended before he was training, and he became a career flight engineer. If he had shipped off, I probably wouldn’t be here. Apparently he always wanted to fly, ever since he was just a kid in the 1920’s and he saw a bi-plane for the first time and begged his parents to set aside a few bucks so he could take a ride up in the air. Must’ve been like going to space in those days.
The reason there are so many war movies is because what those men (those KIDS!) did was too incredible to make up.
Many thanks to Kerbey for this one.