December 7, 1941, "A Day that shall live in Infamy"
My Grandfather is presently in Hawaii, visiting his fallen friends and fellow sailors from the USS Arizona. He was on Liberty ashore that day, as a new Seaman fresh from school. When he finally was able to make it to the harbor, he found his first ship sunk. He has returned there every year that he can. He's only missed 3 years in the last 35 years. I hope he makes it many more times, but this year may be his last visit before joining his fellows.
A reminder to all: If you know a WWII vet, make friends with them, and thank them for their service. Heartfelt, and often. There are not many of them left.
Bill