WW2 YOUR DAD/GRANDFATHER

My Dad flew Spitfires during WW2 and was involved in the Battle of Malta amongst others. Awarded the DFC for pressing home an attack whilst under heavy fire from superior numbers of enemy and shooting down an ME109 in flames during the same action. I have his DFC, flight log book and a few other bits and pieces, which to say the least, are cherished mementos of his heroism.
 

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my paternal grandfather worked at De Havillands on Mosquitos

his father was killed in WW1 aged 30 (grandad was 2) his remains were never found but he is mentioned on the Arras and St Albans memorials

my great uncle who lived in the house I now live in was killed aged 18 in WW1
I have visited his grave in Rouen.

my maternal grandfather worked on Beaufighter engines in the Western Desert which is odd as he was a bank manager before and after the war.
 
my great grandfather was a sergeant during the Franco-prussian war and was in the battles of Sedan, Spicheren and Gravelotte.

I still have the Chasseport 11mm rifle he captured.

He was also a guard commander of Napoleon 111

A close comrade of his was karl Glockner who survived until 1953

My father ended up a Oberstleutnant in 2nd panzer SS div. Das Reich.

He fought throughout the war in most theatres and even spent some time in Japan.

unfortunately due to a slight misunderstanding of Siomon Wiesenthal, my father had to move to Argentina after the war.


As with many Germans of my age, nearly all of my relatives played some part in both wars, I have uncles who were in U-boats and luftwaffe and a cousin who was in the volkssturm.
 
My great uncle fought with the manchesters in WW1 on the somme, he was killed around beaumont hamel in 1917 and is buried at beaumont hamel british cemetery, i visit when i am in france to pay my respects.

My grandfather was a regular soldier at the outbreak of WW2, he served in Burma during WW2 and lived to tell the tale,

my Father in law was in the navy serving on destroyers during WW2, he had several ships sink under him, went through the first kamikazi attacks and at one point in the far east having been sunk, was strafed by the japanese fighter pilots while in the water, he was in the water for three days that time, we still have the press cuttings of that one.

hero's the lot of them.
 
My Dad was in the Merchant Navy aboard 'British Strength', worked in the engine so was lucky to escape when sunk by the Scharnhorst, he then spent 4 years in a prisoner of war camp in Norway.
 
Dad trained on Tiger Moths with the RAF and in 1938 transferred to Fleet Air Arm. He mostly flew Swordfish in Norway and later, after HMS Glorious was sunk, from Malta and Egypt. There he met Mum who was a 3/Off interpreter in the WRNS

I have inherited a sizeable collection of photos and documents (am looking as we speak at "Pilot's Notes for Firefly") and as soon as this rain stops I will ride down to Yeovilton and give them to the FAA museum

The first photo was on a Mediterranean cruise in HMS Glorious in 1939. He is in the second row looking very relaxed, suntanned and unaware of the events about to unfold. The second was in Crete during the German invasion of 1941 - the burning Fokker Tri-Motor has just dropped it's parachutists. I think it's near Souda Bay where he was based. His logbook has him evacuating Maleme in a Stringbag on May 16th and with P.O Stoddard and S/Lt Coates as TAG reads " .... 5 mins after leaving Maleme was attacked by 40 ME109's. Fired on all the way to Heraklion"

If you have not already found it this site http://www.unithistories.com/ is a good source of WW11 personnel histories
 
My Grandfather Arthur was secretary of the Armagh brigade of the IRA in the 1920's & 30's and was interned for two years on the prison ship Argenta in Belfast Lough.

My uncle john who was a policeman in armagh was assainated by the IRA in the 1970's :augie
 
My Dad was too young at the outbreak of WW2 and was in a reserved occupation later on though he was in the Home Guard (and no he didn't wear a scarf like Pike!). He joined up in 1946 as soon as he could and was in Cyprus quickly rising to the rank of Sgt in the REME.

My uncle was in the Desert Rats and fought throughout the North African campaign and then through Italy and lived to tell the tale, he's 89 now and in failing health but he's still one proud guy and a true gentleman despite the horrors he lived through.

My grandfather was a captain with the White Star Line in the Merchant Navy in WW2 and was sank by U-boats/mines six times! On one occaision a U-boat was on the receiving end of his Royal Navy escort and he picked up the german survivors. The U-boat captain was understandably grateful and gave him his binoculars which we still have. He was awarded the OBE at Buckingham Palace in 1942 after leading a large convoy successfully through to Malta.

It goes without saying I'm immensely proud of them all.

Very lucky man "six times truly amazing"
 
that was an amazing result and read.

i did not mention my grandfather who fought in the WW1 in the italian army he like many other saw and fought so serious shit not being made any easier having lost a son in the russain concentration camps and another son being blown to bits by a booby (think thats how you spell it) trapped house and the other son seriously injured in the same house.

my granddad was a great man, my uncle was very gentle, the other two i'll never know, but if the other two were anything to go by, i think i've missed out big time :(
 
One grandfather was an ARP warden in the Birmingham area (in WW2)
and I actually have an expired one of these from his service
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Incendiary_device

Not sure what the other grand parent did during the war.
 
My fathers father was in Hamburg on 4 August 1914 and was invited to stay in Germany for the next 4 and a bit years.

My father joined the ATC in 1939 - smart move Dad! - and volunteered for the RAF in 1942. He was an 'electronics' buff and worked on rockets fitted to Typhoons. A few weeks after D-Day Dad was in Europe setting up forward air bases - he recounts that usually they were driving into an airfield as the Germans were driving out the other end. One upside to this was Dad had to test the telex lines. As Mum was in the Army working in a Telex station in Hastings, they 'officially' kept in touch! Well, that's their excuse!
Come VE Day, Dad put in a posting you Woodvale - an RAF airfield just outside Liverpool, near where mum was. He got posted to Eqypt as electronics was an 'in demand' trade and as he'd volunteered they wouldn't demob him.

He finally got demobbed in 1949, found Mum and 60 years later they're still together. Happily, above ground!

Annoyingly, Mum won't talk about what she did. I suspect it was something to do with code stuff, as when I was learning morse code, in 5 figure groups, she mentioned that's what she did in the war. But wouldn't say any more.


My wife's grandfather was one of 4 brothers who fought in France in WW1. All got decorated (the Mrs' grandfather got a DSO) and there's a big stained glass window in All Saints Church in Lindfield commerating the fact they all came back! In one piece!
 
My father was in the Naval Reserves and was called up on day 1. He was a Telegraphist who served in the Atlantic, North Sea, Russian Convoys and Mediterranean. He also served ashore during the Norwegian evacuation.

His was an equal opportunity war. He was sunk by the RN. His ship - HMS Breda - was engaged in night manouevres on the night of 17/18 Feb 1944 with an RN Submarine - HMSM Proteus - which collided with the ship. Result Sub 1 - Ship 0. Despite the navigation errors by the submarine, the Enquiry found the Ships CO and Naval Officer In Command Campbeltown, responsible for failing "to obtain and keep immediately available all possible pumps". But since it was also held that the water entering the ship was "outside the range of any normal pump suction", no censure on the Officers was called for.

He was also sunk by the RAF during a North Sea Convoy. Mistaken Identity. And to balance things up, the Kriegsmarine made a successful attempt.

He served for a time on a Royal Netherlands Navy ship. The RN required that, to avoid any coercion arising from the RNLN sailors having relatives under the thumb of the Germans, an RN officer and RN telegraphists served on RNLN ships.

And then he spent a spell on board Fleet Tender C, one of the so-called Winston's Wonders. It was a merchant ship, altered to look like HMS Hermes. Her role was simple - attract attention from the Luftwaffe and German submarines diverting it from the real Hermes. Her (anti aircraft ) guns were all wooden, but to give an impression of return fire, valves and burning oil soaked rags made it appear that in the event of an attack the (wooden) guns were blazing away.

The other ships in this Fleet were Fleet Tenders A and B - the dummy HMS Resolution and HMS Revenge respectively, both replicas of the original battleships. Although smaller than the originals, all were convincing enough at distance to fool those even who had served on the original ships.

Not only unarmed, with the added weight from the conversions, none of the Dummy fleet ships now had enough power to keep up with convoys, and with the extra top weight and height they caught any wind going. This made them a bit of a problem when in company with other ships. They were not even safe at anchor as their anchors and winches could not hold the extra load. One stormy night in Scapa Flow they dragged their anchors and averted collisions "by inches" as they were driven by the wind amongst the rest of the Fleet.

After some time, the Commodore of the three ship Dummy Fleet persuaded the Admiralty that serving on these targets was a hazardous duty and the crews were entitled to a daily pay supplement - two shillings a day. The Admiralty even made the payments retrospective.

Like so many, he said very little about his experiences. However, I have been able to piece together some understanding of his war from my mother; some letters; and in respect of HMS Breda, the Board of Enquiry papers following the sinking, and for Fleet Tender C the book The Phantom Fleet, to which the RN Historical Branch referred him when he asked for details of her end.

Fleet Tender C was lost on her way to Chatham to be reconverted to Merchant use, and for this journey she was fitted with a single Lewis Gun for self defence. In E Boat Alley, at night, and having been unable to keep up with the rest of the convoy, she struck a wreck.

Stuck fast and making water, she was then hit by three torpedoes launched by E Boats leaving her superstructure and flight deck only above water. Considered to be a hiding place for ambushing E Boats, she was bombed into destruction by a Canadian Squadron from Coastal Command. As he said in a letter to the RN Historical Branch, she was awkward to the end.
 
My paternal Grandad was born in 1902 and too young for WW1 and too old for WW2. He was a fire warden at the NAAFI HQ in Kennington where we spent most nights on the roof. He was also in the East Surrey Home Guard.

My Dad was at home and evacuated when the Germans dropped a large bomb that didn't explode on the railway near St Helier in South London.

On my paternal Gran's side, Uncles Reg & Len were in the Navy and served in the North Atlantic and on the Arctic Convoys.

Uncle Bill was in the RAF as an aircraft fitter working on fuselage repairs and Ross was in the Army Pay Corps at home and then in France.

Her cousins, Ross Esland was captured in Singapore and spent the entire war in the tender care of the Japanese and Joe was a regular and was captured at Arnhem.
 
Dad died in 1992. He worked for A V Roe as a rivetter here in Manchester, later at Chadderton and Woodford, retiring in 1983, and worked on the first Manchesters, later to become the Lancasters. Therfore he had a reserved occupation. His older brothers took the piss without mercy as he had to stay home. He joined the Home Guard and did his bit til he got called up in April 45 :doh when he went into the RAF. Served in Germany guarding POW's for 18 months. ("Never fired a rifle son, but shot a few of the local lasses " he once said with a glint in his eye.)

Uncle John was a Desert Rat (actually a batman and all his later life he always affected the 'H' in front of the wrong words by trying to be posh like his officer)

Great Uncle John was a Royal Marine in WW1 and I have his parchments and medals.
Grandad did feck all. But his other brother, Tommy, was wounded at Paschendaele and spent the rest of his life disabled and shell shocked. He'd drop to the ground shaking if the kids ran sticks along the railings outside schools, poor bugger.

Maternal side, no idea. Mum was orphaned in 1932.
 
Well one thing have revealed itself from this thread, that ALL of you are VERY proud of your uncle's dad's and grandfather's and some great history and stories.

AMAZING STUFF:thumb2
 
My recently departed Father joined the Air Force at the start of WW2 and served as a rear gunner mainly in Short Stirlings for the duration of the war.

He had many a tale to tell and I had heard most of them more times than I can remember, now that he has passed on I treasure items such as his log book and all the research he did on the squadrons he served with - I will always be very proud of what he did.
 
My father joined the Fleet Air Arm but fortunately the war ended before he finished his training.

My Grandfather was a Gunner in the Royal Field Artillery having lied about his age. Posted to France in November 1917, he was discharged unfit in 1919. He only briefly talked about his experiences before he died. He lasted until September 1918 when he was blown up twice (or three) times on the same day and his whole battery were wiped out except him and his Sergeant. He spent several years in and out of hospital with shell shock. I recently found all his medical discharge papers on the web and now I know where and when he served, I intend to get down to Kew to look up the Brigade Diary.

Still the Doctors didn't always get it right. My great uncle was gassed in WW1 and given 6 months to live. He died aged 88. :D
 
My maternal grandfather was on the north west frontier in india with the royal west kents his time ended when he was gassed on the western front 1915 died in 1956,
my great uncle (father's side) was killed in action in 1915 with 1bn K.O.S.B
his name is on the menin gate.
my father was a gunner from 1928 to 1943 when he was seriosly wounded in a bombing raid on liverpool and invalided out
my late brother in law was in the t.a at the start of the war survived dunkirk went to the western desert with the long range desert group and ended up in 1sqn S.A.S with david sterling when the desert war ended he was on operations in the greek islands and the balkans and never spoke about it to anyone.
All hero's IMO and i am glad that myself and my sons did not have to go through anything like that because of their sacrifice.
 
My maternal grandad was at Ypres, and knew Harry Christian, VC.

Paternal grandad was managing the bus depot in Whitehaven.

Dad drove Sherman tanks in North Africa and Italy.

SWBO's grandad was a Luftwaffe pilot, but was executed in their farmyard by the SS for "un-German opinions".

SWMBO's Mum "ran" across the frontier to the West (3rd time lucky she got there).
 


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