Mr Grandfather was at Vimy Ridge and a few other large battles in WW2 and highly decorated. I remember him saying once to a bunch of his vet buddys that he did more shooting in France when the war ended then he ever did on the battlefield. They all cracked up when he said it then again when i asked him what he meant (i was 7 or 8). As i got older i learned that alot of these guys were serious poon hounds and figured they might die anytime so they fucked and drank and fought like there was no tomorrow. Tough old bastards and we could sure use them now.
My father and 6 others who were in the OSS parachuted behind the lines into Jap occupied Siam in the middle of the night 7 miles outside a Jap occupied city. Their mission was to teach guerrilla warfare and sabotage to the natives.
During WWII, My grandfather was at his base waiting to ship overseas on the queen Mary, which was converted into a troop transport. He said if you got a pass to go into town it was mandatory that you take a rubber with you. One Sunday at Mass, the Priest told the soldiers they were sinning and not to take the rubbers, as it would tempt them. The base commanding officer warned the priest not to tell the soldier that, as he war effort required healthy men and a vd outbreak would threaten the country. The priest fave the same speech the next Sunday at mass and my grandfather said the base commander had the MP's remove the priest from the church and he was never seen again.
Boy, pre-antibiotics you really were rolling the dice sleeping around. You know, like screwing Eliza Jordana after Benjy's had her.
