PBS VS BSC WAR: PBS VS BSC - 29/06/2025 20:30

[Father-Roar]

Well im born in Norway and have a couple of war storys. My grandfather was in the battle of narvik and in the lofot raid. And he was on the resistance. He did not talk so mutch about that. He lost a brother in the war. And I have relatives who was send to the Labour death camp troll. He allways say if the germans cant take europe with bullets and bombs. The are going to take it with speech. He was special man and silent one. My grandmother saved 4 children, she hide them in bridesmaid coffin. She was Nanny for that family. The older brother in that family smuggled himself to england to join army. And the ghestapo did get info about that. So the raided that family house when my grandmother worked as Nanny. The took the parents and shot them outside. And my grandmother hide the children in that coffin. When a ghestapo asken her to remover her self frome the coffin. And he was trying to oppen it upp. So my grandmother shut down the coffin over hes hands. And he was angry as hell. So he drag her out in the hair. And show the dead parents. And he was going to shot my grandmother. The townsfolk did heard all screaming and shoting. So the gather upp fast a mob and try to stop ghestapo and the did. So the saved my grandmothers live. I have more storys to tell 🙂 but this is one who stuckt to me.

[Powerbits]

Intresting , thanks

[Father-Roar]

Powerbits wrote:

Intresting , thanks

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i have more war storys frome my family 🙂 my grandfather did not tell so mutch but sometimes he just speak up and people was silent. he was big man, over 2 meters long and hands like a Elephant feets. my dad passed down the history frome my grandfather, my grandfather did caught in the act to get in to german supply store. and i have photo of him when the germans stand with mp4 and aiming at him. and my grandfather had sick of humor. so he tought that was it im going to be shoot. so he grabb the shovel and just stand there like rifle man with a rifle standguard with the shovel. was him and brother to him and two others. the did survive 😀 im going to post that photo if you wanna see. that photo is norway biggest private musuem in lofoten in town svolvaer. but my grandfathe did not told the true dark things. maybe to my father. but its was a diffrent time. and my grandfather did not talk so mutch.

[Bullgoren]

This is very intresting :O

[LemonSkunk123]

Hello my great grandfather was in the Second World War. He fought for Canada with the BlackWatch Royal Highland Regiment. He fought in Normandy and died during Operation Atlantic 21 July 1944 during an attack on the German defences of Verrieres Ridge south of Caen. He was a dispatch rider. I’m extremely proud of him and his efforts towards the war effort. Private Kenneth J Mckeown

[Kafka Rambo2]

Hi, stumbled upon this thread and it got me thinking about my relatives, pretty much all of them. So, perhaps I’m late in the party but here it goes. I’m a Finn, and many of my relatives were in the war. Maternal grandfather drove a horse carriage in the Winter War, and later in the Continuation War he served as support gunner using Lahti-Saloranta M/26 automatic rifle. He was in his early 40s then. He died before I was born, but at one point I researched his war path. I don’t think any Finnish regiment had it easy, but his was in some of the hardest places. After the war he lived in a big farm, but couldn’t personally slaughter animals anymore, they had to hire help. He couldn’t stand to hear a gun being fired either.

The war also reached my grandmother shortly. She was the owner of that big farm. She, and her two small daughters (my mother and aunt) were captured by a spy/saboteur one day (“desantti” in Finnish), while grandfather was far away in the front. The spy stormed in one night pointing a gun at my granny and demanded lodging and food for a night, as he was evading the patrol sent to capture him. He left next morning, luckily without harming anyone. Granny was weird, sort of an angry and tough woman, her upbringing had been very hard. I got along with her fine, but even as a kid I could see she didn’t like most people. Nevertheless, even if she didn’t like the people she respected their human value, and so during the wars she used to bring food to a POW camp not far from her home, to be given to the prisoners.

Grand uncle was a machine gunner, decorated, I remember him well from my childhood. Used to read Donald Duck etc. comics to me when I was little. Both were named Otto. One uncle I remember as well, but his name escapes me now. He had a double sided scar in his wrist, the bullet had gone through. He had a great sense of humor, sort of a boyishly enthusiastic personality. He once told me, that in war people don’t die like in movies, they don’t say memorable words and then close eyes, instead they just fall, usually eyes wide open and stay there motionless.

My father came from a big family of 7 boys and 4 girls. Two of his brothers were in the war. One of them was killed by a machine gun fire, while he jumped over a fence, he was hit several times. Another one was hit in his jaw and belly, but survived. Dad told he was his dearest family member when they were growing up, always cheerful. Sadly, his spirit was crushed and he lived an anxious, reckless and relatively short life, dying accidentally in the 1950s.

 

My dad, luckily, was too young to serve. He lived a long active life, staying cheerful, his spirit always positive.

 

[Lanis]

LemonSkunk123 wrote:

Hello my great grandfather was in the Second World War. He fought for Canada with the BlackWatch Royal Highland Regiment. He fought in Normandy and died during Operation Atlantic 21 July 1944 during an attack on the German defences of Verrieres Ridge south of Caen. He was a dispatch rider. I’m extremely proud of him and his efforts towards the war effort. Private Kenneth J Mckeown

 

May Private Kenneth J Mckeown rest in peace. He took part in the events that basically saved my family down the road.

[Lanis]

Yes, originally I am coming from a Jewish family in USSR.
My father’s side: grandfather was around 13, in Stalingrad when the war came, they moved to some villages nearby and he was the oldest of 7 brothers and sisters had to fetch food for them.  His father (great-grandfather) died in the war, unknown in which battle.

My mother’s side, from the area of southern Ukraine / Moldova (this area often called “besarabia” ) he was even younger, hid from the occupation and survived purely thanks to luck.

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