Member nationalities

[ferkjace]

I'm American.

English, German, and Scottish I guess...

Pretty boring.

[jestertls]

Yeah, I am so muddled it aint funny. I guess that is what being an American is all about.

[SilentDeath]

Canadian, born and raised.
Chinese ancestry.

[MNewman15]

50% Italian
25% Polish
25% Irish

Doc i kno what your talkin bout wit the year round tan

[beaker]

Wow. There are a lot of people out here that make me fell... less traveled. My ancestors came over on the first boat, which probably makes me a full-blooded honky.

[Millslane]

50 % German
50% Italian

that pretty much does it for me.

both sets of great grand parents came over on boats when they were around 10-14 years old all by themselves.

Doc, I love my all year tan. and when is sunny in the spring or fall, i only need about 4 hours outside working to get a tune up, lol

[Decker]

I'm an American,
But what makes me American is my heavy German heritage and Cherokee Indian, along with a few small precents of other stuff.

On a scale I'm 80% German, 6% Indian, 14% is random stuff

My family came over shortly after the mayflower (only small portion) than when the revolutionary war broke out the most of the rest of my family came over as Hessian Soiders and were stationed at the Trenton Garrison. They than went AWOL shortly after getting here and joined up with the rest of my family already here. Than they crossed the Deleware to attack the Trenton Garrison with Washington (so im told), but I do know they participated in many battles for the yanks'. After the Revolutinary war they setteld down in NJ and began life a new. Than after that subsiquent wars broke out and my family had participated in every single American war scence than. Only exception is Korea.

My greandfather (dads side) was a tele-communications line layer in WW2 he traveld across the mediteranina with a force of Gurkas. He said the shelling and attacking from the islands scatterd there was nerve racking. Than once he landed they got to work. He always said the Gurkas were the best damn light infantry he had ever served with. He suvived with only some grazeign bullet wounds and a little hearing loss.

My Dad was a spook in veitnam his job was to use side looking radar from helicopers and low flying planes to "sniff" out bases. He would than call in arty or air strikes to destory the found loactions. He said the scaryest part was the AA-missile radar lock warning would go off and you knew some one was waching you. He would than swich over look for them fast to call in the big boys. He always loved to see the formations of B-52's flying in and blowing the snot out of positions, Napalm was his second favorate. The thing was after a while the radars learned not to lock onto the "sniffer" planes or they get blown to smitherines. His primary job was to teach others how to use the sidelookin radar so he spant half his term in Germany teaching. But when he was in Veitnam his job was find em and blow em up. He also was a door gunner on Hueys when he was needed (he was 6'4" 255lbs of football muscle). He wanted to ither blow it up to submission or run like hell.

My father was in a total of 2 helicopter crahes 1 "hard landing" and 1 "hard takeoff-land" in a plane. Apparently they had a North Veitnam boy on the base whos family was killed and they took him in to take care of him. He used his .22 rifle to shoot the pressureised cockpit on a take off. The MP's damn near killed the kid but rather took him away.

As far as hes concerned "Helicopters dont want to fly, they wernt made to do it, we force them". His worst crash was hsi first. While flying in on a chinhook helo to a new base for reloaction a round hit the rear tail rotor and the plane went into a violent spin and droped bending in half killing a bunch of guys and crushing others. He jumped out and ran like hell to his base only a few hunderd meters away. he liked to carry a Thopson SMG beacuse of his specilty ranke he could pick the weapon he wanted, he also had a m1911 pistol. He liked the combo when he was on helo missions beacuse of the firepower to size and the interchangeability of the clips/ammuniton. That way he could ALWAYS shoot somehow. So hes running to the base and runs right into a NVA position killing his first man face to face. He got him before he could even yell. My dad just kept running and made it into the line almost getting shot by his own men. After that he HATED helos for the rest of his life. And the whole thing started of one bullet.

The second crash he was a door gunner on a Huey fying rescue missions and the thing malfunctioned and hit really hard. He pulled the fireing pin out of his .50 door gun and grabbed the other gunner and pilot/ co-pilot and ran to a firebase without incident. He said the scaryest part was the other guy only took the belt out of his gun, if a NVA or Irregular had come up they could have had the gun running in about 4 seconds and blasted them as they ran home. Later they went back with a platoon and destoryed the Helo.

And that was Veitnam for him mostly, I could type for hours but not right now ;P

So I guess its Iraq for me......

Decker-

[hellcat]

African
Cherokee
Portuguese
Chinese
born and raised in the USA

[Fear The Sasquatch]

french canadian here, but born in the gool ole usa. If you ever saw my name you probably would have guessed it.

[CrazyBoy78]

I'm Ukrainian with 1/8 German. My fathers mother was half german.

[Stret]

Seems I'm a little late for this topic, put oh well.
I'm 75% Native American! and the other 25% is... I really have no idea.