I am proud to have been raised by a hero and to have raised a hero. Twice in his lifetime my Dad opened the door of an automobile engulfed in flames and dragged the lone occupant out of the inferno. The first time seatbelts were unknown in cars and he just grabbed the guy and dragged him out of and away from the car. The second time he had to cut the man's seatbelt with his pocket knife to free him. In the process he got burning/melting nylon from the man's seatbelt and his Banlon shirt deeply embedded in the skin of his hands. It was 3 weeks before his hands healed sufficiently to allow him to go back to work - he drove an 18-wheeler. No medals. No write-ups in the paper. Not even workman's comp in the latter case since it wasn't "job related".
My son got the cluster to his PH in Desert Storm - drove over an anti-tank mine in his truck and when it went off under his trailer it rolled the truck. He got a bronze star for single handedly engaging a busload of Iraqis and coming out alive. They had dismounted him and some other drivers and sent them on foot patrol with my son on point. He was carrying an M60, M14 and a 1911 I sent him when he came upon one of those blue school buses the Iraqis used to transport troops. At first it seemed empty but then over a dozen Iraqis on the bus opened up on him. He managed to get off a radio call for help before the radio was shot up. He flipped down the bipod on the M60 and raked the side of the bus with 7.62x51 fire. When he exhausted the 7.62 he opened up with the M16 till he ran out of ammo. Then he pulled the 1911 and ran up to the bus and kicked open the door. "Dead" silence. Final score my son 14, Iraqis 0. Somebody thought that deserved a medal. He also want into Kuwait City just hours after the Iraqis left. Still has nightmares from that.
I hope that if I get into a SHTF situation I would do as well as my Dad and my son.
Very good read. I have no military experience but I do have a short story to tell about my Father. He was a decorated WW2 combat veteran.
When I was a boy, I found a box with some medals in his bottom dresser drawer. One was a Bronze Star. When Dad came home from work I asked him about them and I said "so you are a hero"! My Dad looked at me and said, "no, the real heroes never came home".
Great story, those of us in the continental should learn about transcendance. We cant be stopped as long as we think of ourselves as WE. Noone is going to beat back the slavery that they have planned for us as long as we keep thinking of ourselves as just indiveduals. Paul III P.S. Thanks for all You're doing to keep us free and to wake-up the sleeping ones.
"my actions were an effort to save a person"..."I stood up".
Sometimes that's all it takes to get the ball rolling to win in a situation. Someone who is concerned more for others than for himself. One person stands up; then another; and then another.
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Stories like that really put the world in perspective. Thanks for posting the link, Mike.
I am proud to have been raised by a hero and to have raised a hero. Twice in his lifetime my Dad opened the door of an automobile engulfed in flames and dragged the lone occupant out of the inferno. The first time seatbelts were unknown in cars and he just grabbed the guy and dragged him out of and away from the car. The second time he had to cut the man's seatbelt with his pocket knife to free him. In the process he got burning/melting nylon from the man's seatbelt and his Banlon shirt deeply embedded in the skin of his hands. It was 3 weeks before his hands healed sufficiently to allow him to go back to work - he drove an 18-wheeler. No medals. No write-ups in the paper. Not even workman's comp in the latter case since it wasn't "job related".
My son got the cluster to his PH in Desert Storm - drove over an anti-tank mine in his truck and when it went off under his trailer it rolled the truck. He got a bronze star for single handedly engaging a busload of Iraqis and coming out alive. They had dismounted him and some other drivers and sent them on foot patrol with my son on point. He was carrying an M60, M14 and a 1911 I sent him when he came upon one of those blue school buses the Iraqis used to transport troops. At first it seemed empty but then over a dozen Iraqis on the bus opened up on him. He managed to get off a radio call for help before the radio was shot up. He flipped down the bipod on the M60 and raked the side of the bus with 7.62x51 fire. When he exhausted the 7.62 he opened up with the M16 till he ran out of ammo. Then he pulled the 1911 and ran up to the bus and kicked open the door. "Dead" silence. Final score my son 14, Iraqis 0. Somebody thought that deserved a medal. He also want into Kuwait City just hours after the Iraqis left. Still has nightmares from that.
I hope that if I get into a SHTF situation I would do as well as my Dad and my son.
Very good read. I have no military experience but I do have a short story to tell about my Father. He was a decorated WW2 combat veteran.
When I was a boy, I found a box with some medals in his bottom dresser drawer. One was a Bronze Star. When Dad came home from work I asked him about them and I said "so you are a hero"! My Dad looked at me and said, "no, the real heroes never came home".
KPN3%
Great story, those of us in the continental should learn about transcendance. We cant be stopped as long as we think of ourselves as WE. Noone is going to beat back the slavery that they have planned for us as long as we keep thinking of ourselves as just indiveduals.
Paul III
P.S. Thanks for all You're doing to keep us free and to wake-up the sleeping ones.
" and a lot of people have done a lot less and gotten a lot more."
Kerry comes to mind.
Great read. that gets my vote for story of the week.
"my actions were an effort to save a person"..."I stood up".
Sometimes that's all it takes to get the ball rolling to win in a situation. Someone who is concerned more for others than for himself. One person stands up; then another; and then another.
Thanks Mike for leading the charge on Hill F&F.
Charlie
III
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