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Per Ardua Ad Astra
It is amazing the things people can survive, I have looked back over my father's families military history since they arrived in NZ and all I can say is that they are damned lucky.
Two served in WW1 at both Gallipoli and on the Western front as riflemen and neither suffered so much as a scratch although one was hospitalized with pneumonia.
Seven of them served in the 2nd Division during WW2 (6 from the beginning, my father arrived in late 1943) not one of them received a single wound.
The only recorded injury in the entire family was my father getting stabbed in the leg by an angry farmer in Austria after the war before he went to Japan.
My Granddad was wounded three times, gassed and frostbitten, he was lucky to survive.
My uncle Charlie was in North Africa with the 8th Army, he recounted that during the Battle of El Alamein mates falling beside him, a bullet hit his entrenching tool, bounced off and killed his mate beside him. He too went into Italy and finally finished in Austria, he never got a scratch throughout the war.