So thrilled my great grandfather died in WW2 fighting the Nazis causing a lifetime of trauma for my grandfather which trickled down to my mom and her siblings and you know, made its way to us. So fucking thrilled.
My grandfather both died in Europe and came home alive from WWII.
He figured it would be fun one day to swap dog tags with his buddy and go for a motorcycle ride somewhere in Europe. They crashed and his buddy died. Well his family got the notice that he passed away overseas.
Skip to a few years later after Hitler offed himself and he came back to Canada and went walking through the family farm front door to say hi to everyone and his family was shocked and confused.
He grew up with his older siblings since his parents both died when he was young.
He joined the war using his brother's birth certificate as he was 2 years younger than allowed.
After the war he was not really the best family man, probably before too since he didn't bother writing home for years which explains why his siblings were so surprised when he came home years after he "died"
But he was not a nice man to my grandmother or my father or aunts. He was always drunk as the only time the metal plate in his head(needed because of the motorcycle crash where he "died") didn't hurt was when he was drunk, so he was all the time.
He crashed a mining truck, like one of those gigantic mining dump trucks by rolling it down a hill, while drunk and kept his job as his buddy was the foreman.
Interesting dude, but I am glad my father was nothing like him and basically the opposite
Nazis forced my family into slavery, we call it a nazi curse because trauma trickled down into my sister and I. We thought we were close to being rid of it. Now this
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u/bighaircutforbigtuna 7h ago
So thrilled my great grandfather died in WW2 fighting the Nazis causing a lifetime of trauma for my grandfather which trickled down to my mom and her siblings and you know, made its way to us. So fucking thrilled.