He served with distinction in some of the bloodiest conflicts of WW2, participated in multiple beach landings in the pacific campaign, had a confirmed kill whilst defending his mates from an enemy attack and was nominated for a purple heart. All great accomplishments for a man to achieve. Even more impressive is the fact that these are all accomplishments of a duck. Yes, for all of you out there struggling to get recognition and promoted, just know that this duck both out ranked you and had probably seen more combat too. Now there are two origin stories of SGT Siwash. One of which is from the Marine Corps themselves, the other, from those present. I’ll let you decide which is more...
Sir Neville Howse VC, KCB, KCMG: The first Australian VC recipient.Everyone knows one of those guys who is just naturally gifted at everything they do. The kind of guys that makes the hardest of tasks look effortless. Now, more often than not, there is a lot of hard work going on behind the scenes but regardless, they are fucking machines, and it makes us mere mortals out here trying our best look pitiful in comparison. The man we are talking about today is one of these guys. Doctor, Victoria Cross Recipient, Army General, Sir Neville Howse could do it all. Before the man was knighted and awarded the Commonwealth's highest honour, Neville Reginald Howse was born on 26 October in...
Whether you're into dogs, cats, fish or even if you're one of those weird bird loving people, you have to have respect for "Unsinkable Sam" one of the luckiest (or unluckiest depending on your perspective) animals of WW2. The name "Unsinkable" might somewhat give away what this ferocious feline is famous for... Surviving the sinking of three separate ships as well as surviving countless naval battles. However, the name Unsinkable Sam was not some brilliant stroke of luck or foresight. "Unsinkable" was a name given to him towards the end of his sailing career, after he had amassed a bit of fame and somewhat of a cult following. Sam had multiple different names throughout his life and in fact we...
I’m kicking this off with my favourite Victoria Cross recipient, Albert Jacka. In a land where even the plant life has confirmed kills, Albert Jacka stands the biggest and baddest mother fucker of them all. Before he became the head crushing, scrotum-eviscerating, Australian war hero we know today, Albert Jacka was born on a dairy farm near Winchelsea, Victoria in 1893. He attended school as all kids do, before turning 13 where he decided that he had had enough of that nonsense and became a labourer with his father. Then, when that seemed too safe of a job for a young teenager, Jacka took up a job in the Victorian State Forests, lopping down eucalyptus trees with saw and axe....
