what did the "other guys" do during world war 2 ???

I diden't do much for the war effort. I layed around for a few years just drinking.

After a while I got bored and started crawing around on the floor.

Later in the war I got patrioric and bought war stamps in kindergarden with the money my mother gave me.

 

My grandpa grew weed! well hemp.....

my hero!

 

It's on his Wiki page.




Some great stories. The military channel has many filler pieces about Cadillac tanks, the willowrun Ford plant that was modified so you could build the B-25 in pieces then assembled like a kit since it's ceilings were too low. Every kind of plant went into production.

Farmers, my GP, would either farm to make sure we still had food or if there is a local plant, work there when they weren't farming.

 

My Mom helped Gramps on his Dairy farm and also he also raised "Mint" for Wriggleys Chewing Gum in Chicago while five of his sons served in 3 different branches of the service!

 

I'm guessing after the war, alot more welding got done in building cars... I'm stripping down a 46 Studebaker, & the frame looks pretty normal ( looks all rivited ) however some welding found it's way on to the frame... I'm guessing ( since the 46 M-5 truck was the same model as built before the war ) this may have been some of the 1st welding that Studebaker did on frames... & may have been something they picked up building other things during the war ???

my motor cross member, had 2 rivits to hold it in place, & was welded to hold the motor... my front crossmember was fully rivited, but also had a couple beads of weld, that I'm sure were factory...

 

My dad was a B-29 pilot on Siapan did 25 missions over Japan, got shot up and crash landed on Iwo 3 times. Guess I am lucky to have come to be.

 

I know this is off topic, but it's been a floating around my head since i was In Berlin 2yrs ago;
How many US WW2 veterans made it to Berlin and back State-side, just so they twenty-some years later had to sent there sona back to Berlin. Back to a war that did'nt think they would make it home from?

That breaks my heart every time i think about it!!

Sorry for the Hi-jacking!

 

The Chrysler multibank engine was considered better early on in the war than the radial engine. because radials are usually happier running a steady speed. The Multibank was better suited for the constant revving and shifting in Sherman tanks and other tanks. But the Ford GAA hemi V8 soon outgunned all of the engines in the Sherman tank. What the above article didn't say is that the Chrysler engine was over complicated and broke down often. Most surviving Sherman tanks today have had the Chrysler Multibank engine replaced in them with a Ford GAA for a reason. I still think the Chrysler engine was awesome, even if it was junk.

 

Nash made Hamilton Standard airplane propellers under license. Hudson built engine parts for Wright Cyclone radial engines, 20mm Oerlikon anti-aircraft guns, Helldiver airplane wings, B26 Marauder fuselages. Desoto made tank parts, bomber fuselages, wings, and parts to Bofors 40mm anti aircraft guns. Buick made aircraft engines. I have a JUNK radial engine in the backyard that was made by Buick.

 

<dl class="dt-break"><dt>FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:</dt><dd>Aye, very passable, that, very passable bit of risotto.</dd><dt>SECOND YORKSHIREMAN:</dt><dd>Nothing like a good glass of Château de Chasselas, eh, Josiah?</dd><dt>THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:</dt><dd>You're right there, Obadiah.</dd><dt>FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:</dt><dd>Who'd have thought thirty year ago we'd all be sittin' here drinking Château de Chasselas, eh?</dd><dt>FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:</dt><dd>In them days we was glad to have the price of a cup o' tea.</dd><dt>SECOND YORKSHIREMAN:</dt><dd>A cup o' cold tea.</dd><dt>FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:</dt><dd>Without milk or sugar.</dd><dt>THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:</dt><dd>Or tea.</dd><dt>FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:</dt><dd>In a cracked cup, an' all.</dd><dt>FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:</dt><dd>Oh, we never had a cup. We used to have to drink out of a rolled up newspaper.</dd><dt>SECOND YORKSHIREMAN:</dt><dd>The best we could manage was to suck on a piece of damp cloth.</dd><dt>THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:</dt><dd>But you know, we were happy in those days, though we were poor.</dd><dt>FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:</dt><dd>Because we were poor. My old Dad used to say to me, "Money doesn't buy you happiness, son".</dd><dt>FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:</dt><dd>Aye, 'e was right.</dd><dt>FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:</dt><dd>Aye, 'e was.</dd><dt>FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:</dt><dd>I was happier then and I had nothin'. We used to live in this tiny old house with great big holes in the roof.</dd><dt>SECOND YORKSHIREMAN:</dt><dd>House! You were lucky to live in a house! We used to live in one room, all twenty-six of us, no furniture, 'alf the floor was missing, and we were all 'uddled together in one corner for fear of falling.</dd><dt>THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:</dt><dd>Eh, you were lucky to have a room! We used to have to live in t' corridor!</dd><dt>FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:</dt><dd>Oh, we used to dream of livin' in a corridor! Would ha' been a palace to us. We used to live in an old water tank on a rubbish tip. We got woke up every morning by having a load of rotting fish dumped all over us! House? Huh.</dd><dt>FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:</dt><dd>Well, when I say 'house' it was only a hole in the ground covered by a sheet of tarpaulin, but it was a house to us.</dd><dt>SECOND YORKSHIREMAN:</dt><dd>We were evicted from our 'ole in the ground; we 'ad to go and live in a lake.</dd><dt>THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:</dt><dd>You were lucky to have a lake! There were a hundred and fifty of us living in t' shoebox in t' middle o' road.</dd><dt>FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:</dt><dd>Cardboard box?</dd><dt>THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:</dt><dd>Aye.</dd><dt>FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:</dt><dd>You were lucky. We lived for three months in a paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six in the morning, clean the paper bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down t' mill, fourteen hours a day, week-in week-out, for sixpence a week, and when we got home our Dad would thrash us to sleep wi' his belt.</dd><dt>SECOND YORKSHIREMAN:</dt><dd>Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at six o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of 'ot gravel, work twenty hour day at mill for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would thrash us to sleep with a broken bottle, if we were lucky!</dd><dt>THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:</dt><dd>Well, of course, we had it tough. We used to 'ave to get up out of shoebox at twelve o'clock at night and lick road clean wit' tongue. We had two bits of cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at mill for sixpence every four years, and when we got home our Dad would slice us in two wit' bread knife.</dd><dt>FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:</dt><dd>Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night half an hour before I went to bed, drink a cup of sulphuric acid, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad and our mother would kill us and dance about on our graves singing Hallelujah.</dd><dt>FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:</dt><dd>And you try and tell the young people of today that ..... they won't believe you.</dd><dt>ALL:</dt><dd>They won't</dd></dl>

 

I been saying that for years. It's scary!

 

Carlisle,
can you post a pic of your radial, love those round engines!

 

I was in the US Army in both Western Germany and Berlin from 1961 to 1964. Most of the younger soldiers were the sons of WW II veterans.

The Soviet Union and East Germany tried to push us around in Berlin and along the Iron Curtain. We, with Denmark and our other NATO allies held firm and they fell apart. The stakes were very high and our parents knew and understood the risks. They knew that we had a job that we had to do.

PS My company First Sergeant in Berlin had actually captured the man who did our tailoring in WWII. They were the best of friends.