My uncle (A vietnam vet) would beat the crap out of bums claiming to be vets

My oldest brother was a long haired hippy,my uncle got all drunk on Thanksgiving and grabbed him and took him outside and shaved his arm pants and called him a girl,fag etc,,i still smile about that because my oldest brother is an AHOLE.

I miss my uncle,he was crazy but had guts.

Shaved my brothers "Arm pits" that is.

Yes but hes old now man my uncle also a Vietnam vet tough as fuck, when I was little was scared of him.
At a family function when I was 26 I knocked him out because he tried to man handle my cousin.

Oh i was in a bar in the early 90's,this nam vet and i were having drinks,maybe four people there,everything was kool then he just,i dunno became unhinged,i was like "Dude back down" he would not have it and came at me with a bottle,the barkeep was like "Wtf,WTF"blaming me for knocking him out etc.

Then the guy got up and started laughing and demanded that i stay and bout me more drinks lol,crazy mothers some of them.

Sounds like your uncle got what was coming to him.

Maybe so,my mother said he was not like that until he came back,changed yah know,,man he had a mouth,was not real big but never backed down lol.

Good.

I am happy he kicked their ass.

That is all.

I have not spoken to a lot of family since that day 14 years ago man.
He died in 2011 I even went to his funeral I mean I loved the guy he was my uncle my Dads brother when I was a kid although scared of him I still loved him looked up to him.
Still to this day they wont speak to me.
He deserved it was trying to punch my cousin in the guts and then started taking swings at me trying to choke me because he was drunk and on speed.

Another incident ,i know this guy lol,,we were leaving a Sonics or Mariners game cannot recall and my uncle was wearing those cheesy slacks from the 70 with the shoes that had a high heel ,,anyhow this woman about 50 feet from us screams and this black dude grabbed her purse,my uncle just starts running yelling "Stop that Nigro!" he even slid and fell down lol he was running so fast,people were just kinda stopped and staring ,but my uncle caught up to the guy and just started beating him lol,,then he took off before the police got there,he was very odd.

Well just because you are a vet does not mean you are not an ahole,,i have a few friends that were in Iraq,Afghan and two we do not speak,they are jerks.

We need more men like that. And, also GLP has turned completely gay lately.

Which I don't like.

I agree,my uncle while sometimes a little nuts he loved to fish etc.

My grandfather (Well both WW2 vets) but again my mothers side grandps played with Benny Hill after the War,he was a drunk,last time i saw him before he died he was drinking MadDog we were at the Snake River in Idaho where he lived.

He said to me "I am too old and i do not care anymore,i am glad you came to visit me,i am not going back to the VA,i just want to died,i am tired,and after losing your grandma nothing is the same"

I was only 25,it hurt me hearing that from him,but i knew he was right,he died alone falling down the stairs likely drunk three months later,i hope he did not suffer.

He served in the Asia war,could not stand the japs.

It did something to people in Vietnam specifically I think the nature of the war it was so blind and gruesome in the Jungle.
Afghanistan wasn't like this, my brother was in Afghanistan and he comes across like an affected Vet sometimes.
Yet the stories he tells me almost seem like a joke compared to the things my Uncle used to tell us.
Vietnam was a really horrible war for everyone involved it changed people forever.

My fathers father,served in Europe,i have a German staff car with the signatures of every guy in his unit and in red of every name they lost,the flag is mostly red.

He was in France,Germany and Italy,i also have a pic of him infront of Hitlers house with his friend.

Same here both my Grands were in WWII one in New Guinea one in Normandy.
The stories from them were even worse than Vietnam.
Especially New Guinea.

I think many resented that war,and it tore many families apart.

Any Jungle war is a horrible war, but especially when you are the invading force.
For example in New Guinea, the Allies became the invading force because the Japs got there first.
In Vietnam it was worse because the people who you were invading had lived there for thousands of years.

I recall one story he told me,he neer talked about it much,he was on night duty and the Sun was coming up,he went to his buddy he went through basic with and said "Hey i am here to relieve yah" he said "Carl no you go get some more sleep i am good" he walked about ten feet and a grenade blew his friend in half,he ran up and he said 'Well Carl,guess this is it for me" and that was it,,the other he told me was about him and ten other guys charging a machine nest for two days,he said he pissed pants and saw men puking as they were crawling over the dead bodies.

No one made them go to afghanistan.They want the extra money.They want the glory.They want the medals.And now it seems a large proportion of them want the pension.

My grandps that was in europe never spoke about it,i guess it was that bad,he did do skectches and took pics,he loved history

My Granddad was running around in the Jungles of New Guinea for months, with Malaria and Dysentery, with diarrhea running down his legs.
With no food no ammo, only a bayonet and a machete to defend himself, using the cover of night to silently off a few japs here and there and steal their provisions.
They were up against several divisions of IJA severely outnumbered.
There was talk about possible cannibalism going on, they regularly cooked rats to eat to stop passing out from hunger if they could make a fire.
The Japs poisoned all the streams for water.
It was hell on earth.
Until the Americans finally broke through the Japanese Navy blockades.
If it wasn't for the Americans getting through I wouldn't even exist my Mother would never have been born.

My great uncle was in gallipoli.He was promoted in the field as many were.his medical records say he made hill917(i think it is 917) the highest point during the august offensive,.he was stretchered out a week after it ended(august offensive).

He had 6 operations in overseas hospitals for shrapnel to the throat,he died 2 years later after they cut his pension and he died coughing up blood in his mothers arms and the dogs from the war memorial will not put his name of the memorial because they say he died of tuberculous not wounds the idiots.

Thousands died in that offensive and no one remembers monashs brigade everyone remembers lone pibne and The Nek but many more died than people think.

Ghurka were wiped out.Sikhs wiped out etc etc etc .

And the fools cut his pension and leave him off the memorial.

Many of them want to fight for their country to protect it even if it doesn't need protecting, if they are told it does then they do it.
They want to give their own life to protect the lives of others.
Not that the Taliban required protecting from I agree.
Not all of them just want money, especially the ones who didn't come back.
Even though a stupid war I agree, don't put down those who were brave mate.
Never do that.

I used to go to Vet halls often when i was in my 20's to early 30's,just hang out bs and get to them old guys WW2 vets and korean War ones.

This couple i met and became friends with was Bonnie and er husband John,he was a korean war vet,the nicest ppl you could ever meet,we would have dinner sometimes at their place etc,they often said and this was common among many of them old timers Why dont our kids listen to us like you do?"

My friends would rib me sometimes,my response to my friends "These guys are not going to be around much longer,what they saw and did you should hear them.

An old friend that was there said the japs used to eat aussies.

That sucks i am sorry to hear that.

My Pop was in the Normandy landings, he was permanently deaf in 1 ear and partly deaf in the other.
Although I never had a problem speaking to him, and he never asked for a pension from anyone.
He was still up a ladder painting at 67 when he dropped dead from a stroke.
The stroke or fall didn't actually kill him the pneumonia did, but he was old and smoked 2 packs a day.
The stories he told me about the "sea of blood", still make my stomach feel queasy.
How he told me how oily blood is how its not like water its very oily like paint.