...<snip>....anyway on with the thread, also i have a question does anyone think there are any WWII players out there? cause i meet one once, it was cool

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I would think that due to the age requirement that would be an extreme rarity. Those of that honored generation would probably rarely even know what an RPG was. And sadly, few remain if they did. My grandfather, who I have quoted in my signature, passed a few years ago. I would have never imagined him playing an RPG. The gentleman you met must have been a true rarity.
Since we are listing military services and already I listed my own, I will post my grandfather's. Please don't be angry for me taking this even further off-topic, it may be an interesting read for some
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Airborne, Glider, and Ranger trained (but not in a Ranger unit). Landed in D-Day as part of a Glider Infantry Regiment. During the initial action he led a platoon of Ranger-trained GIR troopers when the only officers left standing (many died during landing) were only pilots. He was an E5 Sergeant at the time. After D-Day, moved to 101st Airborne. Wounded when a bomb exploded in the air above his head (he reported he was dead center below it which actually may have saved his life). Purple Heart (had a piece of shrapnel under the skin of his face until he passed). Almost lost a foot to frost bite during the Battle of the Bulge. Spoke of house clearings and surviving barrages of 88s. Once awoke his platoon while guarding a bridge after seeing what appeared to be 100 Germans crawling towards them across a field. As the sun came up, they saw it was 100...tree stumps. Once turned to see a German aiming straight at him across a stream, heard a shot, thought he was done for, to see the German fall from a shot from his friend. Towards the end of the war, he chased a Nazi SS Major through a house not bothering to actually shoot at him, but picking up the souvenirs left by the Nazi discarding his uniform.
He didn't talk much about the action itself, but through my grandmother I learned a few other things. He spoke of shooting at two Germans running across a field, watching them fall, and later praying he did not actually kill them. During a German counter-attack, he braved MG42 fire while bringing a civilian German doctor with him to help bring first aid to the fallen. The German doctor cried afterwards for helping save the Americans' lives. One of the US soldiers saved by the first aid sent my grandfather a Christmas card every year afterwards until he passed, thanking him for another Christmas.
But, the most heroic thing he ever did: Years after WW2 there was an initiative to award medals to veterans that had not received them earlier due to the chaos of the war. Friends submitted paperwork to have my grandfather awarded the Medal of Honor for his action braving machinegun fire to bring first aid (spoken of above). When my grandfather received government paperwork in the mail asking him to confirm what had happened, he threw it in a trash can stating (according to my grandmother), "I don't need a medal, God knows what I did".
I put this quote in my signature a few years ago when he passed away.