Does anyone have war heroes in their family?

Question

Revolutionary War, War of 1812, Civil War, World War I, World War II (anything like that). I wanna go back as far as possible.

Answer 1

I'm 77, so go 'way back....I think it was my great-great Grandfather, Lt. John Tipton, who fought the British at King's Mountain in North Carolina during the American Revolution. He lived in Elizabethton, Tenn., and he and the other farmers banded together to fight the Red Coats from taking over their land and new country. Elizabethton was founded in 1760 ??? and they firercly defended their land when the British were trying to take them back after the Declaration of Independence in 1776. They had come to the new country to get away from the British rule and the excessive taxation. There is an old original log cabin there, belonging to the Tipton's, as a National Preserve. BUT all people who fought to defend this country and to keep it free deserve great credit and respect!!!

Answer 2

Well, I know that there was a drummer boy on my dad's side during the Civil War-something to be proud of I feel, I had a great-great uncle on my mom's side, who was in Her Majesty's Navy, during the first World War I think and he got a medal I believe. And than another great-great uncle on my mom's side who was in the Air Corps I believe, he was a parachuter and he was shot down. I'm not sure of anyone else, others were in the military, but not in wars.

Answer 3

My grandfather served with the Chinese Army Air Corps in WW2, building/maintaining airstrips for the Chinese and US air forces. He also maintained a portion of the Burma Road in Burma.

After the war, he and his family fled to Taiwan when the Communists won the civil war and split China into two.

Answer 4

There was my great relatives in the Recolution. One is Stephen Stafford, who fought but did not earn much recognition for that. The other is Nathaniel Greene, who was at Valley Forge with Washington. The other realtive (very distant) would be both George Bushes, who did of course start the unfortunate Iraq War. (I don't know if that's necessarily something to be proud of!)

Answer 5

Yes, my grandfather was in the US Navy during WWII. He was on a minesweeping ship in the Pacific called the USS Defense. That makes him a hero in my book.

Answer 6

Yes, revolutionary war

Oh there is a statue of him in New Haven CT

Answer 7

My grandpa became interior the Korean conflict. My Grandma became in Hawaii while Japan attacked Peal Harbor. additionally could desire to be of intrest. i'm on the topic of Daniel Boone i'm on the topic of Davy Crocket i'm on the topic of the Wright Brothers.

Answer 8

The first time I was wounded we were coming up over a berm when I saw a 122 shell sticking up in the ditch and started screaming for my driver to turn. It was too late and the track started settling to earth it seemed it took 10 minutes. I remember looking up and watched the infantry scurry for cover, as usual all the gooks had already disappeared (we figured they knew where the booby traps were placed and would disappear when we would get hit). It was early morning already in the upper seventies but not warm enough for the dew to burn off. You could smell the ox feces being burnt like fire wood, sandalwood incense. A crow was circling the A/O. and I remember the nasty taste from the morning’s C rations when there was huge blast. I had been sitting in the cupola atop the APC and now was king of flat sandy clearing 60 feet away. My glasses were gone as was my vision I could only see three of four inches. There was no noise, no screams, no guns firing nothing. That was when I knew I was dead. Since I did not have to worry about getting hurt, I just sat there. When Bill and another friend Turk tackled me. It scared the shi* out of me. I kept watching them trying to figure whether to be pissed or thankful. They kept moving their mouths but were not making any noise. Doc showed up and since I could not figure what was going was I waiting to move into the light or was I dreaming? He suddenly slapped the **** out of me, threw me an M-14, and wrote me a note to start defending the area before I really was killed. Then I realized the blast had blown out my ears, they eventually recovered.


I was wounded the last time long before you were born, May 10 1971. I see the Vietcong stick grenade spitting smoke and turning end over end; bouncing on top of the APC before bouncing into Doc's lap and detonating; blowing off the top of his head; seriously wounding Tex; penetrating my lower back and kidneys, going from the rear of my right knee exiting through the knee cap and through my right elbow, ring finger, little finger and wrist. I was unable to return fire in the conventional manner. You would be surprised how many lose their bodily functions, but you have to contend with someone in a thousands parts or half their entails dripping off your face. Hold down an 18 year boy who yesterday was horse playing and dreaming of going home and buying his first car. You watch a medic boost (over medicate) a soldier so he will die peacefully. Watch an enemy shot a friend over and over until there is nothing but mush. You go into a river to retrieve a body, the flesh falls off and creatures are inside the body. A good friend is burnt so badly you have to use a shovel to get all of him.

What did I feel anger; my motto became and still is KILL THEM ALL and LET GOD SORT THEM OUT!






I remember both times all the air I had every breathed flowing out of my body. Pain so intense you saw white stars, but yet when you scotched taped your finger back on your hand you felt nothing. I remember Bill reaching down picking pieces of bone (my knee) out of his arm; the both of us laughing so hard because you could see light through my knee.


Thirty five years latter it is, funny I will be operated on the doctors will pick long slivers of wood out and not knowing the VC handgrenade were sometimes made of wood filled wit hundreds of ball bearing, trash it. (I want one for a souvenir). When my son was small, he would pick shrapnel out of my back; I was always self conscious over all or any of the holes. Each of these holes always feels like they are asleep.

I pulled this out for the second time in 35 years it reads:
"For conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity in action while serving with friendly foreign forces engaged in armed conflict against the North Vietnamese and Viet Cong communist aggressors in the Republic of Vietnam. On 10 May 1971, while on a long range reconnaissance patrol in Ankee providence his men came under an intense enemy attack. The initial attack wounded Sergeant Adams and several other personnel. Refusing medical aid, he commenced giving first aid to the other wounded. At the same time, he directed his remaining forces into a defensive position. When the medical helicopter came, he chose to remain behind to make room for these more seriously wounded. During the ensuing fighting which would include face to face combat and in spite of his wounds and disregard to his own safety, Sergeant Adams continued to defend his position. Sergeant ADAMS 's decisive actions in rendering first aid, directing his personnel, while in defense of their position, while exposed to enemy fire, was directly responsible for the saving of his personnel. His devotion to duty, courage under fire, exemplary professionalism and outstanding leadership were in keeping with the highest traditions of the United States Army".


God Bless You and Our Boys and Girls and the Confederate Soldier!

Answer 9

my grandfather was in pearl harbor when it was bomb and he shot down one of Japanese airplanes and got rewarded...