User blog comment:Tankswinger/70th anniversary of the end of WWII...in Europe/@comment-12271231-20150509002752/@comment-25373667-20150509005316

Might as well list my great grandparents' stories.

Well, my great grandfather was drafted into the Marines in 1942 (I think), and around the same time my great grandma volunteered as a medic. Soon after, my great grandad was transferred to reserve duty on Ouahu, and my grandmother worked in Europe. At some point, they were both transferred to Guam.

Well, in Guam, my great grandad was riding on a tank, when a Japanese soldier kamikazed in with a samurai sword, and hacked several of his comrades to bits. Fortuantely, he was ran over with a tank before my ancestor was hit.

In the days following, my great grandad was in three seperate gun fights, the third of which he was shot, no joke, in the a**. He was transferred back to Ouahu for the rest of the war (getting shot in the a** does a lot more then you think), along with my great grandma, where they met and fell in love, and well, the rest is history.

On the Russian side of my family, I have an uncle who fought for the Soviets. Well, he was pretty bada**.

You see, he was involved in the siege of Leningrad, where he confirm killed at least 7 German soldiers. Then, he was captured and sent to a concentration camp, where he personally was sent to the gas chambers, and lived. He spent the rest of the war in that damned camp, and he was rescued by British soldiers sometime in April, 1945. He finally went home to Leningrad/St. Petersburg, where his descendents live to this day.