tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21397483.post9163802253781426060..comments2023-12-29T15:48:55.596-05:00Comments on Samurai Knitter: A military moment.Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11710658334966849773noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21397483.post-17105789535576593592011-02-19T02:05:37.396-05:002011-02-19T02:05:37.396-05:00LOL-- good for you, figuring that out. WHICH jump...LOL-- good for you, figuring that out. WHICH jumps was the PERFECT question!<br /><br />And I bet they would have known you!Amy Lanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04885706951931450373noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21397483.post-71591622611835369782011-02-18T23:12:30.167-05:002011-02-18T23:12:30.167-05:00Great story and a classy way to make a point.
We ...Great story and a classy way to make a point.<br /><br />We sit around talking about WW11 at our dinner table since my husband is an amateur historian and rather obsessed on the subject :-)Galadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09246042661575565455noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21397483.post-18945520464357025032011-02-18T15:00:35.828-05:002011-02-18T15:00:35.828-05:00The most real the war got for me was when I was 16...The most real the war got for me was when I was 16. My grandfather was in hospital-his prostate got out of hand and he wound up in kidney failure for a time. Grandad wasn't really with it when my dad and I went to see him. <br /><br />After we left my dad was kinda quiet and we went for a walk on the sea-wall. Out of the quiet, Dad said "He was picking nits."Leahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21397483.post-3264499605727582752011-02-18T13:07:54.662-05:002011-02-18T13:07:54.662-05:00Good for you!
I was traveling in Europe with fri...Good for you! <br /><br />I was traveling in Europe with friends back over a decade ago; one was a friend's father, who was beginning Alzheimer's. His son wanted to take him to see the WWII battlefields on which he'd fought, I think as a sort of admiring tribute. The older man refused. The war for him was awful, not heroic, and he had no desire to relive it. That was the most real that war ever appeared to me.Emilynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21397483.post-63035651860598153462011-02-18T10:37:18.947-05:002011-02-18T10:37:18.947-05:00You made me tear up and smile at the same time wit...You made me tear up and smile at the same time with your story of the WWII vet.<br /><br />My grandpa was a WWII vet (Marines) but he never talked about it with his family. My parents both served as Navy spooks, so they can't talk about what they did! And with my aunts and uncles, we've got the Air Force and Army covered, too.Amandanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21397483.post-8183677347722843992011-02-18T10:32:53.163-05:002011-02-18T10:32:53.163-05:00My old guy always let me lambaste his barely old e...My old guy always let me lambaste his barely old enough to drive sales managers who were young enough to be his sons. Funny, after a while when the new ones cycled through they didn't invite me out to dinner.<br /><br />I always thank service people. It takes them by surprise.Barbarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10674498749658797831noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21397483.post-82851928439891255472011-02-18T09:32:19.019-05:002011-02-18T09:32:19.019-05:00I'm sure the old guy also remembered what it w...I'm sure the old guy also remembered what it was like to be young and full of yourself. But how wonderful of you to play straight man to his salutary lesson!<br /><br />As for introducing yourself to the sailors, there is the identification problem. There may, in fact, be more than one Bitch Wife in the Navy.roxiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14916948065233137971noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21397483.post-25888349101511439802011-02-18T09:28:10.893-05:002011-02-18T09:28:10.893-05:00I like military stories too..was an Army brat unti...I like military stories too..was an Army brat until I was 5..brother was in Army, Uncle a Marine, many cousins in different branches..grandpa in the Army...I thought of joining up, but not good at taking orders and have terrible eyesight and didn't want to wear those big ugly black glasses..Gracey is not my name....https://www.blogger.com/profile/08972825777648546397noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21397483.post-57412285593414820242011-02-18T07:09:54.399-05:002011-02-18T07:09:54.399-05:00Its always the quiet ones... We met a father and s...Its always the quiet ones... We met a father and son on holiday in a small town in Germany. They'd been doing a tour. The father said he had been there before but wasn't sure where anything was because "it all looks different now - we attacked by night".Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21397483.post-30554252121541954582011-02-18T00:55:04.589-05:002011-02-18T00:55:04.589-05:00The story about the vet and the young kid made me ...The story about the vet and the young kid made me misty eyed. My grandfather served in WWII.<br /><br />My father was in the Army for 22 years, my younger brother just joined the Navy, and my husband is a Marine.<br /><br />So yea. I like military stories like this.Alice McElweehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17912328520130081827noreply@blogger.com