warsShow most recent or highest rated first. Common beliefs in this section include:
My Dad did this one, when I was a little girl I used to ask my Dad what happened to his fingernails to make them so short and ugly he told me that he had fought in the Indian Wars in the 1800's and that the Indians had cut his fingernail off with a tomahawk. (My Dad used to make us watch John Wayne movies all the time so this seemed like somewhat plausible) For years I believed this cause why would my Daddy lie to me.. Then in school we were talking about the Indian Wars and me being me I had to open my big mouth luckily this was still in grade school so no one thought I was too crazy they just told my Dad to stop telling me stories like that.
For a while I refused to go to the drive-in movie theater because I had the idea that wars took place in theaters. (Must have heard something about the various "theaters" in WWII!)
When the Gulf War was on, back in 1991, I thought it would be like World War II, and the Iraqis would come over and bomb us, and I remember once waking up at 2am and was scared to go back to sleep incase we got bombed.
When i was young, Operation desert Storm was going on. I never watched the news, but i always heard this one guy's weird name: "Saddam Who's Saying."
I asked my mom one day when he would shutup and stop the war, and she laughed till she cried...but it wasnt really that funny...
Before I was old enough to understand the terminology behind the phrase "World War", all I saw was an image of the entire globe covered in people fighting each other. It just seems a little bit weird to see two soliders trying to shoot each other off the very highest peak of Mount Everest. Stranger still, I though that World War I was the first round of the fight, and that World War II was the second half. A bit like a football match, only with more violence.
When I was 7 years old I heard a news report about the Vietmnm cease fire, and I thought the reporter said "Sea Spyer" and I thought that the "Sea Spyer" was a secret agent on a ship.
Confused after learning of the Civil War, I asked my mom what "civil" means. She said it was where people were nice to each other. So I pictured the Civil War as a period where people were always smiling, shaking hands, complimenting each other, etc. I justified the "war" part of the phrase by the idea that it was a niceness competition, and they thought "war" sounded cooler than "competition". Needless to say, I failed the test... and got really mad at my mom for telling me false information. It took me a while to staighten it out.
My grandparents built a bombshelter in their garden during the 2nd World War.When I was a child, I was terrified of it, because I believed that there were rotten remains of dead soldiers from the war in there.I do not where I got the idea from.My grandparents actually never used the shelter for anything else, but to store their jars of homemade jam.
Based on a line in the Star-Spangled Banner, I used to think that wars were fought by each side firing cannons at one another's flags. Whoever's flag was obliterated first was the loser. That's why Francis Scott Key was so happy that his flag was still there in the morning.
When I was very young, probably about six or so, my father told my younger sister and I that he had been a Ranger in Vietnam. Until I was in my second year in college, I had this mental image that he was one of the people that made sure that the two sides “played nice” and that he made sure that the animals in the jungle weren’t hurt.
It was a bit of a shock to finally figure it out...
I used to love studying the Civil War ( I still do ) since I was in 1st grade. Well, I told my friend about it. We both were in 2nd grade. Well, I told him that to win a battle, you had to take the enemies' flag, as they took the enemies' colors in the Civil War. Whenever we played war, we always "took the enemies' flag". I guess that's how capture the flag came to be.
During the Civil War, a group of artillery was called a battery. I read about this while looking in my sister's history book. She was in 5th grade, I was in 1st. Well, I belived that you could blow someone up if you threw a battery at someone hard enough.
As a child I believed that a gas war was when attendants lined up with the hoses and shot gas across the street to another station.
For a while, I thought hand grenades were called "hen grenades" and they were made of rotten eggs.
my logic told me that, being a bad thing, any war was forbidden and therefore practically impossible. when i learned that there are many wars going on in this world all the time, i didn't understand why noone came to arrest those responsible.
I used to believe that there had been eleven world wars, however I was confused why there weren't many movies and stories about 2, 3, 4 etc
I assumed that they hadn't been very good wars.
(Pick the child of the seventies watching all the bad 60's TV shows - Desert Rats, Combat, Baa Baa Black Sheep etc etc)
My younger brother asked me once who won the first world war. I obviously had a sense of fairness because I concluded that because we had won the second world war that Germany must have won the first one.
My Grandma (who lived through WW2) used to make me wash my hands alot. Whenever I complained about it, she would say I had to do it to fight the "Germans." For a long time I thought "germs" and "Germans" were synonymous and that the people of Germany were trying to make me sick.
I'm an American. When I first learned about the U.S. Civil War in school, I seized upon the alternate name "War Between The States" and took it too literally. I got into my head that the war unfolded as every single state going to war against every other state that bordered it. So the entire United States was a big nest of shooting border wars!
Fortunately I held this belief only briefly, but the lasting effect is that I still have a distaste for the name War Between The States.
I was a child in the sixties. Since my grandfather had been in WWI, My father was in WWII, and my brother (who was eleven years older than me) was going to be in the Vietnam war; I just assumed that when I came of age, there would be a war for me too - that society was somehow structured this way. By the time I was a teenager, I knew better of course, but I still couldn't shake the feeling that some war was destined for me. Fortunately, as it turned out, there was no US war in the late seventies, breaking the generational cycle. I hope the same goes for my son.