My ancestors got off a boat, from Wales, in Virginia in 1700. I'm more American than most of you fuckers. So take that!
Unless of course you are American Injun, in which case, fuck off and I'll trade you fire water for your casino money.
Oh yeah?
Both my grandparents served in WW2, my great-grandfather served in WW1, and my great-great-great grandfather was Stonewall Jackson.
Caw Caw motha fucka!!!
So, Stonewall Jackson trumps me all day long, but allow me to ride rougshod over the rest of your shit.
GGG-Great Grandfather - 6th Virginia Regiment, Virginia Line, Continental Army (No fucking idea where he fought, no records exist, but he got a 440 acre land grant to settle in the Georgia territory for his service)
GG-Great Grandfather - Georgia State Militia Under Andrew Jackson - Creek War (1813-1814) (too busy fighting Injuns to fuck around with the pussy Brits before then. Also named Cage, which is pretty much bad ass by itself)
G-Great Grandfather - 3rd Georgia Calvary (Fought against Sherman in Atlanta, and somehow survived [both his brothers died fighting Sherman on his march], after being captured and exchanged at New Haven, Kentucky under General Morgan - oh yeah, FUCK Sherman)
Great Grandfather - 43 when war broke out during WW1, too old (Pussy)
Grandfather - 101st Airborne - US Army (Operation Overlord & Operation Market Garden - he shattered his knee in the jump into the Netherlands and the war was done for him - never got to Sucker Punch Hitler or his minions, but my Dad tells me he did kill some Krauts...sweet)
Dad - Vietnam War - USMC (The jungle sucks balls)
Me - Iraq War - US Navy (The desert sucks balls)
So there. Unbroken line (except WWI) of direct descendants fought in every major American War since the Nation was birthed. I'm like LT Dan, without all of the death, and wheelchairs (PL_SS).
Line ends with me though...guess I was too busy chasing tatted hookers and snorting blow to have a Son. Fuck it.