frightened Wrote:
My mom says dad was at Iwo Jima. Dad once told me he wasn't. So I don't know who was right. I know he was a frontline radio tent operator in the Pacific Theater from 1940-45, so it's possible.
Dad didn't talk about WW 2 much at all, so I don't really know for sure.
The only time my grandfather EVER talked about WWII was the morning after me, mom, dad, and gramps watched Saving Private Ryan.
He told me two stories:
1. He got to the beach in Normandy a couple weeks after it was all over with. He was told that he should at no time EVER look under the huge piles covered by tarps. He said that he looked under them as any curious being would do and regretted it forever. He said one tarp had random body parts and limbs piled about 15-20 feet high. The other had dead bodies. He said he never stopped having nightmares about it.
2. He was talking about how they treated the german prisoners. He told me that overall his experience was that they treated them very very well. But every once in a while they had to transport them from A to B and they would load them in the beds of big trucks. They'd get in the truch but there wouldn't appear to be any more room so they would speed the truck up to about 25 miles per hour and then slam on the brakes and then load the remaining prisoners in back.
WWII films and documentaries seem to be overdone sometimes and they seem to be a dime a dozen. But when I hear stories like that it reminds me that there is a whole generation of people that don't talk about their experiences at all. Vietnam is probably more drastic. I am thankfull I have never had to be in a situation like any of those.