re: Found My Dad in a Vietnam Photo That Was Published Nationally in the 60's

This French journalist would run circles around NYT’s “journalist” Taylor Lorenz.

AIR CAV!

Awesome stuff

So much cool in this post

I didn’t know you were black but I’m down with it.

That’s quite amazing. Your Father was a patriot who served his country. hood bless him.

BowlJackson good to see you’re still being a dildo

Probably smoked three packs a day

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Think your dad smashed that photographer?

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It took 16 posts for someone to ask the important questions. Obviously op’s dad was a badass and the pic is awesome, but 16 come on that’s like cnn level journalism.

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BowlJackson good to see you’re still being a dildo

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So you're into chicks who are one step above meth mouth? Noted.

I guess it's an aquired taste when that's the best you can do

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You have no idea what she and those boys went through in that jungle, and as my grandmother taught me, I am leaving before I say something not nice about you. Good day and think before you type.

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The frick does that have to do with her nasty teeth and you bunch of losers drooling over her?

Go ahead and say what you need to, I'd love to hear it

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My grandpa used to talk about being in the war as in where he went. He was stationed mostly in Italy, but he never once talked about the war itself. It was as if his mind had two different views from the war. There was the places he went and things he saw (that didn't involve war), but then there was this whole other part of it he never spoke a word about.

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I was raised by my grandpa. He was in the Navy in WW2, never wanted to talk about it. He went in enlisted, wound up as an Officer. (LT). Did his 20 and retired. Spent time in the Med, off of Africa, and in the South Pacific

I vividly remember being in elementary and middle school, having to do reports on WW2. I’d ask him questions, he’d tell me to go down the street and ask Captain Emerick, a retired WW2 vet who lived about 5 houses down the street.

He’d always complain when I rang his doorbell, telling me I should be talking to my grandpa. But he’d always talk and answer my questions.

I remember being 16-17 years old, a guy researching for a book cold called my grandpa, wanting information on the possibility of a couple of U boats being sunk by the ship he was on between Charleston and Jacksonville, IIRC. He initially refused to share any info, saying they were told never to discuss it. He finally told the researcher the only way he’d talk about it was if the researcher contacted the CO of the ship, and he gave his ok.

Turned out the CO was still alive, called my grandpa and gave him permission to tell what he knew.

I remember grandpa being extremely anti-Japanese, to the point I’d mentioned I was thinking about buying a used Toyota ( this was early 80’s), he flipped out and said no one in his family was buying a Toyota.

Fast forward to 1993, he was dying in the hospital. Not long before he passed he began speaking what sounded like fluent Japanese. An old shipmate of his was visiting, told me what I never knew…that at the end of the War they needed short guys to go into tunnels with a flashlight and a .45, trying to convince Japanese soldiers the war was over. He volunteered because he was short and stocky.

They basically never gave up, he carried those memories to his grave.