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My friend (who was a sandwich short of a picnic) believed that 'Storming Norman' of Gulf War fame was actually called Storeman Norman. I can just picture him in his brown overalls striding across the deserts of Iraq with his trusted Thermos and ham sandwiches in his pocket!
I used to think that war was like a sporting event, in which two opposing armies would line up on opposite sides of a football field then run at each other and try to kill each other...and "war" never extended beyond that field.
i used to believe that if there were bombings, that the world will split in half..
I used to think that the word "Nazi" rhymed with the word "Navy" and they rhymed because the Nazis had invented the concept of a navy.
I used to believe that the Veterans of Foreign Wars (VFW) club was actually a club for Very Fat Women. My older brother encouraged me in this belief.
When I was much younger (1970's) I was shocked when I saw Germans participating in an international game show (It's a Knockout for the UK readers) after all, weren't we at war with them?
I once got in a lot of trouble in school, when I was in Grade 5. I was obsessed with battleships, and tanks, and aircraft and all that, which isn't really all that unusual. I was obsessed with World War II at the time, but no one had ever told me about the Nazis and the Jews. One time at lunch hour I was running around with some friends of mine, and I decided to pretend that we were planes from the war. We all got to be British planes, and when I ran into some other people I knew, they became the Nazis, which at that point I think I believed was synonymous with 'German'. Because one of these 'Nazis' was Jewish, my teacher yanked me into the classroom and gave me a stern lecture about how what I did was wrong, and then made me go out and apologize to this child, who (I think) was about as oblivious as I was. The teacher then called my parents at home, and I hid in the closet, because I was afraid they would be mad at me.
I'm not sure exactly why the teacher made such a big deal out of it, when a basic clarification of terminology would have fixed the situation... I'm still obsessed with the Second World War, but I know the difference between Germans and Nazis now. :)
Whenever i heard the beatles song war is over i always got really confused as i thought they were singing about one of the world wars but i knew they couldn't be old enough to be singing (or even born)just after both had ended. I decided they must be singing about world war 2 and carried this in my head till i was thirteen and i was embarisinglly corrected by my mother
This is actually a common belief among children. But, when I was little, I used to believe that the Cival War was called the Silver War.
When I was about 6 there was a war in my country and I asked my mom how long it was going on. She said 4 years. I don't know why but untill I was about 12 I believed that every war lasted 4 yrs.So when we were learning about wars in our History class and the teacher said that a war lasted for 100 yrs i thought that she was completely off the track
not long ago,i used to believe that Cold war was described as cold because it took place in snow
I was young during Desert Storm, but I still remember hearing the the newscasters talking about Saddam Hussein... only I thought they always said "Saddam, who's saying.."
I used to believe that wars were a thing of the distant barbarian past until I was about 8 and came to realize that the Vietnam war had just ended
Somehow I made a connection between Jesus and the World Wars, thinking my grandfather who had been a naval officer during WW2 had played some part in rescuing Christ from murder/execution by taking him away on his boat. It was of course all exaggerated by my 'vivid' imagination as my reception teacher clarified for me gently after I bragged to the class about what my grandad had done. Well that was my distorted idea of heroism!
I used to think the civil war was fought by the Confederacy and the Union (like the Food that makes you cry) Soldiers
When I was small, the war was on and there was a bridge near me tha had a large red sign saying DANGER TROOPS. For years I was convinced that there was a weapon called a 'dang-er' that was used by troops who 'danged' people.
During World War II we lived in Sydney's harbour suburb Balmain, and government warnings included taking shelter under a staircase or strong piece of furniture in a confined space during air raids. When japanese submarines raided Sydney Harbour in 1942 all sirens went off and our terrified Mum put my sister and me under a heavy table she had dragged to the hallway. At age 7 I thought the japanese must be very exciting people because I was never allowed to play under the table at other times. My belief was strengthened when the Royal Australian Navy buried the recovered japanese bodies with full military honours - which surprised even the japanese, who had not suspected that "barbarians" could behave with such honour!
When i heard about Irish Bombers on the news during the 70s i used to think that planes were dropping bombs.
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.
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.