Alvey just makes up whatever he wants to suit himself, and then
convinces himself that it's real. Just like Clasner does. It's all these
fucktards have :)
> I'm allowing for Noddy's age when doing my calculations however where
> his father served may have been clouded and given Alwee's error I'm not
> going to elaborate.
I couldn't if I wanted (or cared) to.
I never spoke to my father about his military service. In fact, I reckon
I probably had maybe 4 conversations with my old man that lasted for
more than 10 minutes in my entire life. My father was a complicated man
who had two distinctly different periods in his life: One where he was a
violent alcoholic which lasted until I was around 18 or so, and the
other where he had matured into a doting grandfather who spent his spare
time with his grandkids. Either way, my relationship with him was distant.
Don't get me wrong. We had a relationship of sorts, but it wasn't very
deep, and it wasn't a typical "father-son" deal. As a kid I lived in
fear of him as he was one of those guys who boozed at the pub most
nights until closing time where he came home pissed shitless and belted
anyone who got in his way, and as shithouse as that sounds today it was
pretty normal for the times in the area where I lived. I actually
considered myself lucky compared to some of my friends who occasionally
went to school with black eyes or welt marks across the back of their
legs where their fathers had taken to them, and I never got it as bad as
some.
As an adult my father was a different bloke and mellowed a lot when
grandkids arrived, but by that stage I was off on my own and my
relationship became more of a "mate" than a "son". Still, he was always
complicated and never opened up about anything. Even when he was dying
of Cancer as I sat with him in the Palliative care unit of the Alfred
Hospital every day for the three weeks he was there wasting away to
nothing I reckon we exchanged maybe a dozen words to each other. In the
last week I don't think he even knew I was there.
I learned more about him after he died than I ever knew when he was
alive. For example, I had no idea that he was married before and that I
have a step brother somewhere. Nor did I have any idea that my older
sister who I knew as part of my family was in fact my step sister from
his first marriage. I had no idea that for a couple of years he was a
professional gambler, and I had no idea he had spent time in the slot
for beating some bloke to within an inch of his life. Actually I had a
reasonable suspicion about that one :)
As for his military service, all he ever said to me about it once was "I
was in the army". The conversation never went any further than that as
usual, and I really didn't care. It was my Mum who told me that he'd
served overseas after he died, and she mentioned "Korea". To be quite
frank I don't think my Mum would even know where Korea actually is, and
whether he served there or not I couldn't have cared less either.
My father was a difficult man and there wasn't a hell of a lot about him
that I really admired, but I can be thankful that he inspired me to do
well, and taught me that there was more to life than to live it like he did.
> I know my uncle served somewhere in the Pacific region and has a
> citation that is classified as they were not supposed to be there...
> He's on the DVA roll with no citations listed. He doesn't have the same
> surname as me...
I had a few relo's in different roles during the war. My maternal
grandfather was a soldier who fought in Africa with the 9th Division if
I remember correctly, and I _think_ ended up in the pacific where he was
captured and spent time in Changi. His bother, my "Uncle" Bill was a
Bristol Beaufighter pilot who was shot down and taken prisoner. My
Paternal Grandfather was a conscientious objector during WWII as he was
a member of the Communist party and didn't believe in shooting other
people for 5 bob a week.
There's probably more to these people and their exploits than I know
about, but I was never really into genealogy. What they did was their
business and had little to do with me.