Today, December 7, is a day meaningful to the generation that preceded mine - the generation that is sometimes called "The Greatest Generation".
My parents were a member of that generation, After 1941, December 7 was never a date on the calendar to them, ever again.
Pearl Harbor Day was the day that the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor in Hawaii, which was not yet one of the 50 United States. Japan declared war on the United States shortly after the attack. The United States declared war on Japan the next day, and Germany declared war on the United States three days later.
Many amazing stories of survival and eyewitness photos came out of the events of that Sunday morning but no story may be as amazing as the story told by this 97 year old former reporter for a Honolulu newspaper. It has remained untold until now.
I have never been to Hawaii, but I hope to visit one day. The USS Arizona memorial will be one of my "must see" stops.
Yesterday I blogged about my trepidations over growing old. I can wish to grow old in the way that this former reporter has.
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