Politically incorrect (Page 2)

I guess my Grandpa wouldn't mind me re-telling one of the few stories he told me about the landing at Tarawa.  He was only 18 years old and just recently out of boot camp.  He told me that the shelling from the Island was so severe that the landing-craft drivers were stopping short, and that the water was much deeper than they expected.  Grandpa said that when he went into the water he went straight to the bottom, about 15 feet he said.  He told me that he dropped his rifle and had to shed his pack to  get back to the surface.  He said when he came up he was completely disoriented with all of the shelling, gunfire, and screaming, and that there was so much smoke he couldn't even tell which way to swim.  He said that many of his fellow Marines drowned before ever making it to the beach.  He said that he was starting to panic and was shoved back underwater by someone.  He paused for quite some time and then said, "look, I'm going to tell you what happened next and I don't care if you believe me or not, but it happened.  When I came back to the surface there was a sailor, maybe10 foot tall, in complete dress white uniform, standing on the water, pointing toward the beach. That's how I got there."  Of course, I had no idea what to say to that, so I was just looking at him.  After a short time he just said, "I can't explain it, but I know what I saw."  When he died at the age of 85 he had 74 grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and great-great grandchildren.  I am the oldest of them.

That story is awesome. But a Marine giving a sailor credit? Seems a tad bit far fetched. 

I'm a bit envious that you got to hear any stories from him. My grandfather never spoke a word of his time in the war. The only thing we know is that he was a pilot in the USAAF. We don't even know what theatre he went to, or for that matter if he ever even made it overseas. And his military record was one of the ones lost in the fire at the national archives. I understand why veterans don't want to talk about their war experiences, but it's a lost piece of history. I do have a Nazi armband with a bullet hole and blood stain that I found in his basement after he died along with a note saying it was taken off an unlucky Kraut. 

I'm curious to see if your opinion changes after you get a chance to watch the full video. I thought Gen. Kelly gave the type of speech Trump should have given. And probably would have given if he had actually read his prepared speech. But he had to go off-script. I don't get his name-calling attacks, seems a bit childish to me. But he won the election talking like that so clearly it's working for him. The thing is, there's a time and a place, and this absolutely wasn't it. If he wants to mock Crooked Hillary or Lyin Ted or Pocahontas Warren when he's out talking to a union hall or meeting the Superbowl winning team, whatever. But there are certain events where a president has to act, I don't know, presidential. 

The pocahontas thing is getting all the press, but like Stacers mentioned, it's the way he talked to them like they were toddlers that really bothered me. "I assume you're the young one in the group. Are you the young one in the group? Huh?" Ugh, no. 

I guess my Grandpa wouldn't mind me re-telling one of the few stories he told me about the landing at Tarawa.  He was only 18 years old and just recently out of boot camp.  He told me that the shelling from the Island was so severe that the landing-craft drivers were stopping short, and that the water was much deeper than they expected.  Grandpa said that when he went into the water he went straight to the bottom, about 15 feet he said.  He told me that he dropped his rifle and had to shed his pack to  get back to the surface.  He said when he came up he was completely disoriented with all of the shelling, gunfire, and screaming, and that there was so much smoke he couldn't even tell which way to swim.  He said that many of his fellow Marines drowned before ever making it to the beach.  He said that he was starting to panic and was shoved back underwater by someone.  He paused for quite some time and then said, "look, I'm going to tell you what happened next and I don't care if you believe me or not, but it happened.  When I came back to the surface there was a sailor, maybe10 foot tall, in complete dress white uniform, standing on the water, pointing toward the beach. That's how I got there."  Of course, I had no idea what to say to that, so I was just looking at him.  After a short time he just said, "I can't explain it, but I know what I saw."  When he died at the age of 85 he had 74 grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and great-great grandchildren.  I am the oldest of them.