My Relationships In War

Since it is nearing independence day I decided to blog about my relationships that were in various wars and what America Armed Services they were in. I was in the Navy myself, but this blog is about others and not myself, and let's not forget about the women that help through the war in the past and in the present, they even flew the planes and made weapons, and let's not forget about the service dogs that serve our country.

             

Let's start with Thomas, he was my father's father and in WWI he and his team ,after capturing the Nazis, fed the starving and naked Jewish people that were imprison in concertation camps. I will let your imagination take over from here, on how the Jewish people were clothed and fed. 

After Jewish people got their strength back, the Americas took them to their head quarters and there were orders that were bark out "Line up for chow" most of the Jewish people knew English, but had no idea what the word "chow" meant, until they saw various food on various tables, and they were told they can eat to their hearts' content, as you might as guess, the Jewish people team up with the Americans to put Hitler down.

       

Homer was my dad and he fought in WWII . He sign up for the Marines for one year. My dad did have a couple of war prizes, that he stole from Hitler, no one cares if you steal from Hitler. A lamp and a Jewish typewriter, that typed from right to left with Hebrew letters, rather than left to right. Apparently Jewish people read from Right to left, they even have a backward question mark.

     

When Homer  died, I was honored  with the American flag on top of his coffin, I had to sign a waiver, to make the government property my own personal property. My family had documents that prove my dad was in the Marines, otherwise the flag would have cost me $300.

     

Larry was my brother, he had joined several American armed services, one after the other. When a term was up on one service, he join another one. My mom, Mary, told my brother "Larry ?, You're going to be an old man before your time !  which my brother replied "Yes, but I will be a rich old man !"

My toxic uncle Don was in the air force and a member of the Flying Tigers. I did not like him too much, he always likes to insult and downgrade a lot, he even told me not to learn Japanese or German, I disobeyed him and learn some German. One day, I had showed my fangs and let him have it, I had to. Enough is enough.

     

My uncle Dean was a lot friendlier, he was in the Army maybe in other services, I do not know, but later he got a job at the cheese factory. I was giving his watch and one of the roses of his coffin, which I had put in a plastic freezer bag and place in the freezer, which I had kept for four years.