Will We remember Our GREATEST GENERATION from the painful situations of 81 years ago? Do NOT let December 7th, 1941 be forgotten.

Yes.

My pap survived the attack at Peral Harbor. I'll never forget.

I only wish he was still here. I was just a kid when he died so I didn't really understand how brave he was.

Truly the greatest generation.

Never.

Never! Dad, was a 25th Infantry combat vet fro 1942 to the end of the was. He was a jungle fighter and was wounded twice.

I will never forget.

Jawge

Agree about remembering what occurred on that infamous day but the Greatest Generation was one that contained the Founding Fathers.

my wife and I found the dog tags from 4 WWII soldiers that went to Africa and served under Patton. All survived the war and We sent the tags to their descendants. All but one were excited to get them. I consider all that have served defending this country to be worthy of thanks and admiration. A lot of very sad things today

My dad was career military...served from 1936 to 1958.....Okinawa during WWII and then Korea...he rests now in Arlington National Cemetery in Washington, D.C. and sleeps amongst his brethren, heroes all.

My Grandfather was a Iwo Jima survivor.

My uncle was a Marine on Okinawa and survived.

Definitely the greatest generation!

Yes.

yep. I'll remember them all. My Dad walked across France & Germany & was a demolitions expert.

We should never forget. My great uncle was in the Rangers in the Pacific theater. He passed in 1980

While my dad was in the Korean Conflict after WW2, he was a gunner's mate on the USS Antietam, and served both before and after they installed the canted deck(which they still use to this day). I found the USS Antietam website for alumni and asked simply if anyone knew my dad to feel free to write me. One day I came home from the jail I worked at and found a letter from Florida. His gunner, Duke Johnson answered my ad. We kept in touch and I moved to Maine. One day, he called and told me he had rented an RV and was coming to see me. I had my father's dogtags. Pop had passed from bone cancer in 94. It was now 2010. I met duke on Main Street in Dover Maine on a beautiful sunny day I walked across the street and saw him standing there, and just for an instant he was standing there like it was 1953. The buildings faded and all I could see was some cocky young turk with an attitude fixin' to give it to somebody who dared to mess with Our Country. As fast as it came, it faded. Duke stood before me in his 80's, but still full of zip and vinegar. His moth fell open. He said,"Oh, my, your are the spitting image of your father." My world came undone. I handed him dad's tags, and he said, "are you sure?" I just hugged him and I cried some. We spent a few hours, but Duke had to go as he had an itinerary. We stayed in touch a few more years, but the mail stopped. A phone call confirmed that Duke and dad had likely met up again. I miss my dad's tags, but I KNOW they where they were supposed to be.

Greatest generation? The truth is, is that there is no one single one, though some few stand out like the WW2 generation. I think the Greatest generation is likely sprinkled into every generation. There are still men and women who do not think of their own lives, even today. In fact, we are "shot through" with great men and women. Which is a good thing. Because I think we will need them perhaps more now than even in WW2. Darkness stalks this planet. And it will take Great Men, Great Women, to say, "NO" to that Darkness. Pray please....for ALL of them.

My father served in the Pacific. Took part in three island invasions including Saipan and Okinawa. That generation fought to save our freedoms and way of life. We can never thank them enough. My wife and I were in New Orleans on Veterans Day and visited the WW II museum. I highly recommend you see this exhibit if you can. Just the amount of actual combat planes hanging from the ceiling is amazing.

Richard, what a story. You said it all. We owe a debt of gratitude to those that have served our country, in ant era.

Dad was Army, machine gunned in both shins carried steel plates there until he died. Got Malaria as well. That never went away either.

THANK GOD FOR ALL OUR VETERANS!

My grandfather was in the 6th Marines, carried a flame thrower. Never realized how much of a bad ass he was. Thanks to all that remain for their service.

Steve

Had several uncles in that war. One was with boxcall dad on Okinawa I sure hope this country never forgets but with this new generation I really wonder. Semper Fi

My wife is from France and one time visiting her family we went up to the Normandy beaches. I told her that day that every American high school student should see Point Du Hoc. Standing there and looking at what those Allied soldiers had to face to storm the entrenched German fortifications is stunning. I can't imagine what it must have felt like rolling into that in a landing craft.

We have also visited the 1st WW fortifications at Verdun several times. Every time I'm there I'm thankful again that American soldiers have kept the wars away from this country. It's sad and shocking to realize these wars decimated whole generations of young men.

R

My father served in the Army in N. Africa and Italy before being wounded, then spent the remainder of the war as an MP in Italy. My Father in law was a Marine and served in the S. Pacific as a radar man, and after the war as a Lutheran Pastor for 65 years. I loved them both and will never forget what they did for our country. Lance

When our country needed them they stepped forward when others stepped back. Thanks to all the veterans.

Grandfather was at the battle of the bulge from the beginning, couldn’t get much info about the times he spent , wouldn’t talk about it much, but I remember him telling me it was so cold, he couldn’t get much sleep because when he took out his false teeth, they would chatter on their own. Thanks to all who served from the first war to the latest, your service,dedication, and sacrifice are second to none and should never be forgotten.

My Grandfather was in the 101st Airborne. He fought in Europe and Africa and brought home a German bullet next to his spine during the Battle of the Bulge. He lived a normal life when he came home. He made his own sausage and scrapple. I still remember the aroma of the apples when he pressed them for cider. He made the best apple butter! He had the old greenish Army tattos on his forearms. He cussed, swore, drank and smoked. But I loved him, looked up to him. He was my hero.

During WWII, my father was in the U.S. Army Air Corps 13th Air Force, 5th Bomb Group, 394th Bombardment Squadron. He piloted a B24 Liberator heavy bomber logging over 350 hours on 45 combat missions against Japanese Imperial Forces across the Pacific. He was the most self-reliant, even keeled, "comfortable in his own skin" guy I ever knew. When it was announced in 1998 that Tom Brokaw had written his now famous book "The Greatest Generation", it dawned on me that I had been aware of that my entire life.

I'm of the age (70) that when I was a kid, virtually ALL the men I knew were WW2 vets. One neighbor was a Navy CPO on the USS Huston who was captured by the Japanese after it was sunk, and he was in one of the work camps that built the bridge over the river Kwai. One of my uncles was in the Airborne Glider Corps that went into Sicily and then later Normandy where he was wounded. Greatest Generation indeed!

God Bless ALL of them!!!!

Thanks to all our veteran heroes. Here is a photo of the USS Indiana battlewagon my dad was a gunner on the fantail.

I'm glad to see this thread.

Not only for their service, but for who they were, what they stood for.

They did not have the luxury's we now have, they did not live in a world like we now live.

But what they had, right there framed in black and white, is something many today no longer possess.

may we never forget.

Remembering is good, but learning from the past events is better still. Just as we ought not to take life for granted, we should never despair of our lives making a difference for our country.

The courage of patriots is born in the love of home.

May God bless America.

I agree. God bless our past and present service members. My uncle was there and rarely talk about it until later in his life. The hardships unimaginable to me.

Yes rember our past and protect the ones proctecting our future

Yes. I had several uncles that fought in that war.

Thanks goes to All who Served.

Can't speak for following generations, but that generation was my mom, dad, and all their brothers and sisters. No forgetting at my house. We tend to repeat history though, so I suspect with the current unrest and attitudes, and hate in the world, our progeny may have to do it all over again. I certainly hope not.

Every American should go to Peral harbor to see and feel what happened there. I have and will NEVER forget it. Today is a humble day to remember the sacrifices our ancestors endured.

My dad was in the Army Air Corp stationed in the Mariana Island and had 40 bombing raids over Japan. Didn't talk about it until his late 70's. Got teary remembering guys that didn't make it home.He was navigator on B-29 and his plane was two over from the Enola Gay, he was grateful he didn't get that run. My uncle Bill flew B- 17 over Europe and although wounded he made it home also. These were real men-quiet,confident and tested. May they rest in peace and never be forgotten.

I personally will never forget any of them. My uncle was an electrician's mate on 4 different ships, 3 of which sank during WWII. He was the toughest individual I have ever known. My dad was a machinist mate in Korea, and both my brothers and I served in the US Navy. I am proud to be a veteran.

I never stop thinking about it, but not in an unhealthy way :). I visited Pearl Harbor a few years ago and its hard to explain the emotions that came over me. I walked the deck of the Missouri as well.

My gramps was wounded. But, he survived Iwo Jima.

My wife had two uncles that survived the attack on Pearl Harbor. Her dad was a Navy vet, he served on a troop transport and crossed the Atlantic 38 times during the war, he was also a veteran of Korea, and Viet Nam. My dad was a Navy vet, dad served during the Korean war and did a tour in Viet Nam 1966-67. Dad was a Seabee MCB-7. My dad's oldest brother was killed after the Normandy invasion, he was a sergeant with the Army's 313th/79th. He is buried in France. God bless them and all of our veterans.

Remember?? I hope so they deserved better.

May God Bless them all.

My Dad was the youngest of 4 brothers to serve in WW II. He was a plane capitain and mechanic on F4U Corsairs, and by the time he arrived in Okinawa with VMF-113 1945, 2 brothers had fought in the Battle of Munda Pt on New Georgia 1943 with 1 being killed in the fight. A 3rd brother was a Navy Corpsman with Marines in the Battle of Peleliu 1944.

God Bless them all ,and God Bless our Freedom for them All

My great uncle was in that war and my dad was in Korea. Got Bless them and all the vets. Past and present

Dad was in Armed Forces Radio. Mom was in McArthur's secretarial pool. I was born in Tokyo Army Hospital.

Might consider the generation that raised them were the greatest.

Try to keep a dry eye, I couldn't and yes, I am a vet.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AgYLr_LfhLo

My uncle (dad's older brother by 20 years) was Captain of and Anti-aircraft gunner crew in the Philippines during WWII. He stayed in after the war and retired in 1963 as Lt.CL. He buried in Arlington.

I had a distant cousin at Pearl when it was bombed on Dec 7th, 1941. I think he was on the Arizona, but I am not for sure, however I know he credited his survival to the fact that he was already up, writing a letter home, that morning, according to my grandmother.

My father-in-law was on a ship that went down in the Pacific, and he drifted for 3 or 4 days before getting rescued. I knew him for over 30 years before he passed away, and he never once mentioned it. I only found out about it after he died. I remember he did tell me about the suicide Jap planes that attacked the ships around him. His ship was never hit by one, he said, because they were always able to fight them off, but he saw other ships hit by them. All of his life, he would never buy anything made in Japan if he knew it was made in Japan. He never forgot or forgave, I don't think.

When I was in the Navy we stopped at Pear Harbor for two weeks. Before heading to our home port the Philippines. A very humbling experience. Luckily for us. They thought America was worth fighting for. I have to wonder if our military today would feel the same way they did. If the $hit hit the fan tomorrow. We had good leadership back during WWII and a great military. God Bless all the family’s that lost loved ones.

I grew up around several other old men who served during WWII, all had stories to tell, all saw action. One other cousin I had who has passed now, lied about his age and went into the Merchant Marines and served a while before the war started and during the war, then when his time was up, left and came home, got drafted and had to go back as a foot soldier for 3 more years.

He didn't have a problem with someone hunting but he personally never owned a gun or wanted one after the war. He went back to Kansas and spent the rest of his life as a wheat and cattle farmer.

I knew at least 4 others, pretty well, growing up, who saw a lot of action in the war. They were all good men who did manage to prosper and finish their life after the war, but I believe they all had ghosts to deal with from the war, and it often weighed on them. I will remember them.

My uncle Don (signalman 3rd class Uss Arizona ) His name states D.W. Anderson the third name on the wall. I went to see it once and broke down My dad fought in the forgotten war Korea 1950 to 1953 corporal James K Anderson ) He returned from the war a broken man . It has taken a lot of years to come to terms with this. But I know their sacrifise was the greater good!

My step Dad was a Naval Officer aboard the USS San Francisco in one of the last Naval battles of WWII. Somehow he was captured by the Japanese, and spent some time in a Japanese POW camp. Bc they tortured him,(fingernails pulled out, stuffed into a small cage, etc) he never was able to return to what we would call normal in any sense. He grew up in a wealthy, politically connected KC Missouri family. When he was very young, his mentally ill mother would pit him and his older brother against each other constantly. I don’t know why. He and his brother were both sent off to Military boarding schools as soon as his mother could send them. He was never right after he came home from the VA hospital after surviving the war. He was someone that everyone (who didn’t know him) liked and thought was very funny, and wonderful. He referred to himself as “Big Daddy”. He had no children of his own from his first marriage. He met my Mom at a church widow&widowers club. My Mom married him about 2 years after my Dad died, (MyDad was a WWII Veteran as well). My step Dad sold new and used cars the last 20 years of his life. But the war left him a very damaged individual. I could spend time talking and being around him, but after 10 years or so, I would not go into a restaurant with him, as he would be extremely rude to the waiters/waitresses, to the point of causing a scene. I’ll always honor his service and sacrifice to our Nation. He died in 2010, at our local VA hospital, of Alzheimer’s. My Mom couldn’t be there bc she was also in a hospital. My son Doug and I went to be with him on the night he mercifully passed. He could barely move, and couldn’t speak at all. I do think he understood what was going on. Before we left, I told him he was going to see his family soon. He smiled. RIP Frank, you deserve to, for all that you went through.

My Dad’s ship. USS Saratoga. God bless the generation that allowed us to live free.

My great Uncle perished on the USS Arizona at Pearl. On duty in the crows nest at the time of the attack the story was told to me. Another great uncle survived the sinking of the USS Hornet and Princeton.

I can’t begin to imagine what those men went through.

My father, four of his five step-brothers and his sister's future husband all served and all came back. My father then married the sister of two brothers who both served and came back.

Oh yeah, she also did. ;-)

Yes I do and I have no relatives that I know of that were and world war II. I will never forget. Thank you to all the greatest generations that ever existed. JF

My dad served in the Navy in the Pacific in WWII. His one brother was a Marine in the Pacific and his other brother was in the Army in Europe. My father-in-law served in Korea.

We owe a tremendous debt to every service man and woman that ever served in any war, theater or other position, whether in combat or not.

Yes!

A barbershop,a real barbershop,I frequented before they closed had an older man in there one afternoon. I had never met him before. But everyone in the shop was really listening to him. My barber asked me if I had indeed met him. My answer was no. Then he asks if I had military experience. Yes I answered. After laughing and telling me "You have no experience" he proceeds to tell me he served under Patton. Wow! Then he opens up.

Thank God my father survived combat in the S Pacific (25th Infantry Division).

Whenever, I see a picture of him in uniform I get emotional too, Eric and PD.

I don't want to relate the hardships he went through because I'll get even more emotional.

On a positive note, my father always loved Australia and the Australian people because they took such good care of him when he went on R & R.

He dearly loved S...O..S. Ma cooked it for him all the time.

Jawge

My grandfather (my Mom's dad) was in the Italian Army during WWII. Got left on the Russian Front when they surrendered. Most of the men he went there with did not make it home. Most of them were killed by the Russians; the rest either froze or starved to death. He made it (walked) home. Talk about a survivor. Unfortunately he mostly only spoke Italian and I didn't so I never really got to hear the stories but I remember he didn't put up with ANY bullshit, lol.

My Dad's father was in the Army during WWII, found that out on Ancestry. He was an alcoholic and my grandmother passed away very young, so my Dad and my Aunt were put into orphanages in the Bronx. Pretty sure he died before I was born but I don't really know. My Dad never talked about him.

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