anyone know what position this was he held from the description given?
I also found a Marine in the battle of Peleilu
My family came to the US in the 1800's from Switzerland so I'm sure I don't know any German Hessigs.
My Grandfather Hessig was a chief electrical inspector for liberator bombers. My other grandfather was in the navy in Hawaii. I have a great cousin, Parker, who restored and flew the "Flying Wing" his father helped work on during the war.
Re: I found a Hessig in the German army - oh my ....
February 5 2009, 2:39 PM
There is an old saying that the Allies won because they had better Germans (right, Konrad). And speaking of Adjunct, The Canadian M4 in Italy, the commander of the Canadian 5th Armoured Division was named Hoffmeister.
One of the many joys of my job as an Immigration Officer is to meet people from countries all over the globe. I find the name origins fascinating. Just today I spoke to someone whose last name was Larsson. I asked if he was related to Henry Larsen, a noted Arctic explorer who sailed on the RCMP schooner St Croix in the 1940's through the Northwest Passage, and for whom one of our Coast Guard vessels is named. My client informed me that "Larsson" spelled with an "o" is Swedish while "Larsen" spelled with an "e" is Norwegian "because Norwegians can't spell"!
We all have common roots and if we can over come prejudice we could all take a journey into the past and learn from our ancestors. Learning about other cultures in books doesn't cut it; learning from other people from other cultures does.
From what I understand Peters is English; however the name is also Dutch and German. And somewhere I read that the surname of the guy who chopped off Charles head was Peters. I've never been a big fan of the Royal Family but my relatives lived in New York and were United Empire Loyalists! So they got the boot in 1783 and ended up on Briar Island in Nova Scotia. Makes them refugees I guess...
Explore your family histories. You never know what you'll find.....
Did my family history and didn't exactly turn up any shining lights... Farmers the lot of them, one drunk, some ended up in the poor house.
On my girlfriend's side, however, there's one guy who was in WWI, and the family didn't know anything about it. They story was that he got out there in October of 1918 and barely got his feet wet before it was over. Managed to get his records from Ancestry.com though and it turns out he actually went out in March 1918, got shot in the thigh in April, convalesced in hospital until October when he went back and was there when it ended. He could have been a signaller as he did a morse code test. Fortunately we already had his medals, they were rescued literally minutes from being thrown away by some other relatives.
On the flipside though, I also found his father's records. He had joined the RASC (Royal Army Service Corps) as a lorry driver in 1914, but spent most of the year in hospital with stomach problems. His records call him "an obstinate man who gets fat as soon as he's off his diet". He was discharged shortly after as "never likely to become an effective soldier".
I can trace back to my great, great grandfather Jacob. We have a few pictures and articles/notes. Some of the stories are kind of wild such as being shot with arrows by Native Indians and coming back to his camp and then being shot by mistake, then living to tell about it; Hunting an albino panther with a dog named "Booze" and having it at the World Fair. An Oregon history book online has some similar info we had:
