My father fought in WWII and was wounded pretty badly.
While growing up, I was maybe 5, I noticed that my dad was hard of hearing. I asked Mom why can’t Dad hear us like other people? She told me that she would explain it when I got older.
When I was 10 or 11, Mom told me that while Dad was in France fighting the Germans, his unit (as it was called back then) was in heavy fighting for days. Dad told her that as they advanced, they dug one foxhole after another. Most of the firepower came from heavy artillery, which made very loud sounds as you already know. This went on for days.
After the fighting had finally came to a rest, the men were able to clean up, wash whatever parts of their uniform they could, shave and so on. She continued by saying that’s when your Dad noticed that he had terrible ringing in his ears and had a hard time hearing what was being said to him if the other person was more than a few steps away.
He went to the infirmary that was temporarily set up and saw the one and only doctor that was there. The doctor made a diagnosis of deafness beyond repair and they marked my Dad to be sent home. Mom said that broke his heart. When he got back home, they did a more in-depth exam and found that both eardrums had been ruptured and were beyond repair, so they fitted him with a hearing aid (one of the old types that had a string attached to it) and was going to discharge him, but he convinced the doctor that he could still do something to help with the effort.
A few weeks later, Dad found himself in Tooele, Utah and was assigned to work in an underground munitions dump. He stayed there with my Mom until the war ended. After the war, Dad was going to be discharged and was sent to Ft. Lewis in the state of Washington, but he spoke with his Colonel about wanting to stay in the Army. At first, the Colonel told Dad it was out of his hands, but Mom said that your Dad can be very persuasive at times, so Dad persisted and being what things were at the time, Dad fell through the cracks, thanks to the Colonel, and Dad ended making the Army his career.
To this day, as far as I know, I am the only person living that knows this story. Even my sister doesn’t know. My point is that when all of these veterans from WWII die, all of these types of stories of honor and patriotism will go away. There are some stories that have been put into someone’s journal, but there are so many, many more that it’s a shame that there was never a place where these types of stories could be placed, so that history buffs and war historians could go to and read about theses soldiers of honor.
We have one of these heroes here on this forum in Falcon, but I don’t remember him ever telling us any of his sagas that he experienced. I’m not one to be intrusive, but I sure would like to read about a few of his exploits.