What did you get? I was lucky as a kid.
I had one uncles salty Aircorp hat that he trained to droop down at the sides or maybe it was from wearing the ear phones.

My other uncle brought home 6 German daggers
for his 6 nephews two ss and I got the luftwaffer officers one. An a German flag.

Two Enlisted Navy outfits one with Pacific ribbons an another with Atlantic ribbons I wore for halloween with a mask.
But I was the only kid around with a Jap Flag who could be a Marine playing war,with my brothers camoflauged helmet and his K-bar knife hanging from a webbelt.

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Got an old K-bar and a TL 27 knife from the Corps days.
An old friend who served in WWII died a few years ago. When they were cleaning out some of his old stuff I got his "Airborne" shoulder patch, it's on the wall across the room.

My grandfather's bayonet from WWI. (Yes, ONE, not TWO.)

An old beat-up little kitchen clock "liberated" from some German hausfrau's kitchen ... no longer works, but still sits proudly in MY kitchen like it did my Mom's, and probably that hausfrau's.

And my Mom's wedding ring. She was an Army Nurse, Dad was a 29 ID Co. Cdr. when they married - twice. Once in Germany (religious; no government) and once in Holland (civil; legal). My Dad's 1SG lined up a bunch of the local townswomen about my Mom's size (very petite) and found one who's hands were about the same size. Took her wedding ring and gave it to my Dad in time for the (Germany) wedding.

When my parents found out, they were horrified - and tried to find the woman to give the ring back. She never came forward; probably too scared. So, my Mom's ring has someone else's initials in it, and a date about 12 years before their wedding date inscribed in it.

Solid gold souvenirs!!!

Of my own? A VC flag from VN ... of somewhat dubious origin. Some SF friends gave it to me, and they were known to hire out Montagnards to sew "VC flags" together, trample them in the dirt, shoot a few holes in them, stain them with chicken blood and then sell them to DEROSing troops ...

Also a great poster in English/Arabic from Desert Storm warning about picking up your stray ordnance that might be lying around the yard. A small, pocket Koran that an Iraqi patient gave to me.

I have all of Dad's pictures from Camp Shelby and all of the newspaper clippings and some jornals kept by the bty clerk. Ohio 37th ID. Dad was with the 132 Arty. Bn. on New Georgia.

This is a GREAT subject for a thread!

I also have a picture of my grandfather ...

Remember those photos popular during WWI of various objects, made up of a gazillion or so troops to make out the form of the object - like the Statue of Liberty, Screaming Eagle (aka Pukin' Buzzard) patch, etc? I have one of my grandfather - somewhere - in the middle of the Liberty Bell while at Camp Dix, NJ, in 1918.

BTW, I never met him - he died ten years before I was even born. He's buried at Ft. Leavenworth (a veteran, NOT a prisoner, thank you very much).

The jet jockeys of Vietnam were able to bring back AK-47s during their rotations by volunteering to bring planes back for maintenance.

The 'rest' of us simply went along with the program and brought our sorry you-know-whats home.

Welcome HOME to all Vietnam Vets!!!

I still have my Armed Forces ID dated 1967 and
instalation clearance from FT Dix dated Aug.1962
also a dog tag.

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Originally posted by Cider33_Alpha:
This is a GREAT subject for a thread!

I also have a picture of my grandfather ...

Remember those photos popular during WWI of various objects, made up of a gazillion or so troops to make out the form of the object - like the Statue of Liberty, Screaming Eagle (aka Pukin' Buzzard) patch, etc? I have one of my grandfather - somewhere - in the middle of the Liberty Bell while at Camp Dix, NJ, in 1918.

BTW, I never met him - he died ten years before I was even born. He's buried at Ft. Leavenworth (a veteran, NOT a prisoner, thank you very much).

I've seen those pictures here at Ft Bliss when it was cav. I wonder how they got those horses to stand so still.

In the early 80's, while at Balboa Naval Hospital, I had a regular couple who used our clinic. He died a few months after I got to know them, and his widow asked me if I could help her clean out the garage.

I happily volunteered, as I was fond of the stories he told (an old Marine Pilot with the 214th), and, she was a dear (grandma, all the way)! I showed up on my motorcycle, and she busted my hump for the whole morning!! After luch, she insisted I take his goggles, as she noticed I only had sunglasses on. She said that he brought them back from the Solomons.

I still have those goggles, today!!