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Posted on 2/18/21 at 10:17 pm to fr33manator
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When it’s cold like this, I am thankful, and think of the lads in WW1, and true cold.
In the west we generally think of the Western Front and the misery and industrial scale slaughter that went on there. But from a cold standpoint, the Carpathian sector of the Eastern Front was unimaginable. During the first few months of 1915 prior to the fall of the Austrian forces besieged in the fortress city of Przemysl, the K.U.K made repeated hopeless attacks on the Russian lines to try and relieve the city. The fighting was identical to that on the Western Front expect done in mountainous terrain during driving blizzards intermittently interrupted by sudden thaws.
Posted on 2/18/21 at 10:31 pm to fr33manator
My Peepaw was in Verdun, France to fight in the Meuse-Argonne Offensive. I have his deployment paperwork and bayonet.
My prized possession is a silver German matchbox that has a Kaiser helmet stamped into it. Peepaw got this in a trade with a German soldier.
My prized possession is a silver German matchbox that has a Kaiser helmet stamped into it. Peepaw got this in a trade with a German soldier.
This post was edited on 2/18/21 at 10:53 pm
Posted on 2/18/21 at 10:43 pm to fr33manator
Dan Carlin TYFYS
Posted on 2/18/21 at 11:13 pm to RogerTheShrubber
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There was generally a rotation so most soldiers didnt stay at the front fire trenches but for a few days a month, but even at the rear, it was a miserable situation
imagine having to go back to the front.
Posted on 2/18/21 at 11:16 pm to Eli Goldfinger
Over the Top
Well the whistles blew the orders of the generals,
Over the Top the men rushed into no man’s land,
Then the chatter of machine guns broke the silence,
As by scores the men were cut down where they’d stand,
And the ones who were left,
Into the gaping maw of death,
In the mud and blood they battled hand to hand,
In the hell of the trenches,
With their lives, they bought inches,
Then the other side would do it all again,
From the hills now the artillery erupted,
And the screaming shells were thunder raining down,
Earth uplifted by the force of the explosions,
Men were strewn like broken toys upon the ground,
And the men who were left,
In that burning place of death,
Now retreat across that road of perdition,
Fleeing back to their foxholes,
As the shellshock takes its toll,
Then the generals resupply their ammunition,
Over the top is a curse,
But to do it all again is even worse
Well the whistles blew the orders of the generals,
Over the Top the men rushed into no man’s land,
Then the chatter of machine guns broke the silence,
As by scores the men were cut down where they’d stand,
And the ones who were left,
Into the gaping maw of death,
In the mud and blood they battled hand to hand,
In the hell of the trenches,
With their lives, they bought inches,
Then the other side would do it all again,
From the hills now the artillery erupted,
And the screaming shells were thunder raining down,
Earth uplifted by the force of the explosions,
Men were strewn like broken toys upon the ground,
And the men who were left,
In that burning place of death,
Now retreat across that road of perdition,
Fleeing back to their foxholes,
As the shellshock takes its toll,
Then the generals resupply their ammunition,
Over the top is a curse,
But to do it all again is even worse
Posted on 2/18/21 at 11:37 pm to davyjones
Korea ...Yup My father fought in that Frozen Hell. God Bless the Marines!
Posted on 2/19/21 at 12:10 am to kemowasabi
A little story i wrote about generations of men fighting the same fight
The Pistol
I took a stroll among the stark white graves at Arlington,
To visit an old friend who lay there in the Summer sun,
And came upon a stranger, time had long since greyed his hair,
But in his eyes there was a hundred mile stare,
I saw the old man wore an ancient pistol on his hip,
A weathered colt revolver with a smooth Pearl handled grip,
I said “Hey Pops, why don’t you go and get yourself a newer gun?”
He said “Well listen up and you’ll know why once I am done.”
“My Grandpa got it brand new when they sent him overseas,
In the Argonne where shells fell killing men among the trees,
He said he never would have made it back to home alive,
Without the service of this trusty .45,
Pinned down and running short on food and low on ammunition,
Outnumbered by the Germans closing in on their position,
Inside the trench it was a storm of blood and fear and lead,
Six rounds he fired, then six Krauts were lying dead.
His son then carried it with him to France in 43,
And won a medal for his act of valiant bravery,
He saved his squad when he took out a Nazi gunner’s nest,
He did his duty, and his pistol did the rest,”
He said “I took it with me when I went to Vietnam,
Sometimes at night when I Dream I can still smell that napalm,
They Caught me in an ambush, my machine gun out of rounds,
Thanks to this pistol 6 more Viet Cong went down”
My son brought it along with him away to foreign lands,
First to Iraq and then he shipped off to Afghanistan.”
He stopped a moment, stiffened and his lips they went all tense,
And I could see that pistol made a lot of sense.
“Caught off guard up in the mountains by a group of Taliban,
In the darkness of the caves and they were fighting hand to hand.”
And then he exhaled as he turned his haggard face towards heaven,
“He took out six of them, but on that day there were Seven.”
And then a man with one leg limped up with a little boy,
The sadness in the old man’s face then turned into tears of joy,
The young man said “yeah that old pistol, did a lot to save my life,
But I’m sure glad I brought along,
My great great grandpa’s knife...”
The Pistol
I took a stroll among the stark white graves at Arlington,
To visit an old friend who lay there in the Summer sun,
And came upon a stranger, time had long since greyed his hair,
But in his eyes there was a hundred mile stare,
I saw the old man wore an ancient pistol on his hip,
A weathered colt revolver with a smooth Pearl handled grip,
I said “Hey Pops, why don’t you go and get yourself a newer gun?”
He said “Well listen up and you’ll know why once I am done.”
“My Grandpa got it brand new when they sent him overseas,
In the Argonne where shells fell killing men among the trees,
He said he never would have made it back to home alive,
Without the service of this trusty .45,
Pinned down and running short on food and low on ammunition,
Outnumbered by the Germans closing in on their position,
Inside the trench it was a storm of blood and fear and lead,
Six rounds he fired, then six Krauts were lying dead.
His son then carried it with him to France in 43,
And won a medal for his act of valiant bravery,
He saved his squad when he took out a Nazi gunner’s nest,
He did his duty, and his pistol did the rest,”
He said “I took it with me when I went to Vietnam,
Sometimes at night when I Dream I can still smell that napalm,
They Caught me in an ambush, my machine gun out of rounds,
Thanks to this pistol 6 more Viet Cong went down”
My son brought it along with him away to foreign lands,
First to Iraq and then he shipped off to Afghanistan.”
He stopped a moment, stiffened and his lips they went all tense,
And I could see that pistol made a lot of sense.
“Caught off guard up in the mountains by a group of Taliban,
In the darkness of the caves and they were fighting hand to hand.”
And then he exhaled as he turned his haggard face towards heaven,
“He took out six of them, but on that day there were Seven.”
And then a man with one leg limped up with a little boy,
The sadness in the old man’s face then turned into tears of joy,
The young man said “yeah that old pistol, did a lot to save my life,
But I’m sure glad I brought along,
My great great grandpa’s knife...”
This post was edited on 2/19/21 at 12:12 am
Posted on 2/19/21 at 12:54 am to fr33manator
Was there in September, 2019. Those bones are just from the bodies of the soldiers they never identified. Bones were stacked up to the windows you can see in that building. And they are still adding to it to this day.
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