Of course, the reason we have Memorial Day, is to honor those who have served in the defense of our country.
I belong to the Fox Lake American Legion as a member of the Sons of the American Legion due to my grandfather William Graham Hood's (we called him Daddy Graham)service in World War I (he was one of the first Legion members in the state of North Carolina.
My other grandfather, was in the Merchant Marine during World War I.
A great uncle on my mom's side, was a lieutenant in the AEF during World War I. He survived being gassed in the trenches, but lost his life a few months after returning to Goldsboro, NC, when he saved a young boy from a flood, winning the Carnegie Medal.
I was in the Marine Corps for awhile back in the early 70s. I went to basic training for six weeks (I was in Platoon Leadership Class to be an officer) during the summer of 1971. As the Vietnam War wound down, they dropped me (which was quite alright with me).
Dad was too young for World War II, but his brother served in the 101st Airborne.
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Showing posts with label World War I Veterans. Show all posts
Showing posts with label World War I Veterans. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
And Speaking of Mines!!
Yesterday, I posted about the many mines that still are in the European waters. Later, while looking through the alerts, I came across this story from the April 27th BBC.
A live World War I three-foot-long bomb was found next to the Portsmouth Ferry pontoon. A diver found it underneath the Hayling Island ferry at the entrance to Langstone harbor which is located by the English Channel.
The bomb was checked by the Royal Navy and moved to deeper water where it was exploded.
Not surprisingly, service at the Hayling Ferry was suspended for a period of time.
I guess people were very lucky for all those years, but I am not aware of bombs of that size being dropped during World War I.
A Bit Frightening to Say the Least. --Cooter
Well, oops. This should have been posted on my Cooter's History Thing Blog But I Am Too Lazy to Retype It So Will Leave It.
A live World War I three-foot-long bomb was found next to the Portsmouth Ferry pontoon. A diver found it underneath the Hayling Island ferry at the entrance to Langstone harbor which is located by the English Channel.
The bomb was checked by the Royal Navy and moved to deeper water where it was exploded.
Not surprisingly, service at the Hayling Ferry was suspended for a period of time.
I guess people were very lucky for all those years, but I am not aware of bombs of that size being dropped during World War I.
A Bit Frightening to Say the Least. --Cooter
Well, oops. This should have been posted on my Cooter's History Thing Blog But I Am Too Lazy to Retype It So Will Leave It.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Then There Were Three
That is the total of surviving veterans we have from the War to End All Wars, World War I, with Saturday's death of Britain's oldest man, Harry Patch, and the "Last Tommy," the last to have served in the infamous trenches.
I have been following the waning days of this "Noblest Generation," especially since my grandfathers both served in the war. My mother's father was in the army, but never went overseas, and my father's father was in the Merchant Marine. A great uncle served at the front lines as a lieutenant, came home, and drowned while saving a young boy from a flooded river.
My mother's father was also one of the first American Legion members in North Carolina.
It won't be long before we have to start the final countdown for our "Greatest Generation," the World War II veterans.
You can see more at http://cootershistorything.blogspot.com
They Won't be Forgotten.
I have been following the waning days of this "Noblest Generation," especially since my grandfathers both served in the war. My mother's father was in the army, but never went overseas, and my father's father was in the Merchant Marine. A great uncle served at the front lines as a lieutenant, came home, and drowned while saving a young boy from a flooded river.
My mother's father was also one of the first American Legion members in North Carolina.
It won't be long before we have to start the final countdown for our "Greatest Generation," the World War II veterans.
You can see more at http://cootershistorything.blogspot.com
They Won't be Forgotten.
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