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I have no personal military history. Never signed up. But I've always been fascinated with the culture of the military and the experience of warfare. We ask these young men (and women on occasion) to give absolutely everything, from precious time with their families to their lives, in service to their nation. Everything else goes on hold. No career advancement, no watching the baby's first steps, no quiet time at home with the Mrs, no social life outside the unit... It's a huge thing to ask of someone in the prime of their lives. But they do it. They sign up. They go. And thank God they do.
But a price is paid.
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The experience can be more than a person can handle. It can eat at a person and age them prematurely, like Brookwood's grandpa. It can break a person. And I don't think anyone signs up for that.
In my hometown, back in my youth, there was an old fellow drank at the Legion. He shook so badly he had to hold his beer in both hands to get it to his mouth without spilling it. I was told his time as a POW did that to him. I don't think he signed up to spend the rest of his life a tremulous shell of a guy. He offered up his life, but lost everythng that could have been his life after the war.
These guys are in their twenties:
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It's a hard thing we ask them to do. It takes a toll. We should always remember that.
Guy with a scrub brush, to crawl in there.
Grizz
When Cheshire went to Buckingham Palace to receive his VC from King George VI, he was accompanied by Norman Jackson who was also due to receive his award on that day. Cheshire insisted that despite the difference in rank (group captain and warrant officer), they should approach the King together. Jackson remembers that Cheshire said to the King, "This chap stuck his neck out more than I did – he should get his VC first!" The King had to keep to protocol, but Jackson commented he would "never forget what Cheshire said."[24]
Hans-Georg Henke
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https://rarehistoricalphotos.com/hans-georg-henke-16-year-old-german-soldier-crying/
Fairly well documented, and somewhat infamous series of photos.
Orphaned, Hans joined the Luftwaffe at 15, in 1944, and was assigned to an AA battery. Eventually ended up in Hüttenberg-Rechtenbach 1945, by which point he was 16. When the Americans overtook the town, there was some very stubborn fighting involved, and Hans ended up mixed in with an infantry unit that suffered very high loses in the defense of the town. John Florea, the photojournalist who took the pictures, claims that Hans broke down from combat shock as the Americans finally overtook his position.
After the war, Hans ended up on the East side of the divide, and fabricated a bit of a tale about where he was captured and how, because the Soviets were suspicious of any Germans that had spent time in American captivity.
Just be sure to find a man of the right caliber
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Canadian P-40s somewhere.
No. 403 (Fighter) Squadron RCAF was formed at RAF Station Baginton (now Coventry Airport), Warwickshire, England, on 1 March 1941.
The first squadron of the Royal Canadian Air Force (RCAF) formed overseas under the British Commonwealth Air Training Plan (BCATP), it was identified by the letters KH.
Initially equipped with the Curtiss Tomahawk I, they were replaced with the Supermarine Spitfire after only 29 operational sorties. Through continual replacement and updating, the squadron flew various models, Mk I through Mk XVI, of this very popular aircraft.
The Karl Gerat 40 siege mortar:
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Their later ride...
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Normandy, apparently.
"Spitfire IX, KH-T (MK857) was hit by flak on July 19, 1944. Went down in a mine field in Normandy and was recovered on August 11, 1944."
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Convair YB-60
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