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A day that will live in infamy. Three of my four uncles served in WWII. My father wanted to serve, but he flunked the physical three times due to a duodenal ulcer. He was a scoutmaster. His scout troop went to work supporting the war effort. They raised a victory garden. They collected materials needed in the war effort, and they sold $70,000 in war bonds.
The troop’s founding Scout master was Rabbi Alexander Goode, who was one of the Four Chaplains, who went down on the Dorchester, after giving up their life jackets to other military passengers who needed them.
My Dad’s Army Air Forces bomber group on their way to the Philippines, stopped at Pearl Harbor a couple of months after the bombing and my Dad told me that some of the ships were still smoking from the attack.
I might be biased but I thought he California was the most beautiful ship in the fleet. As well as her sister ship of course.
My uncle served on the USS California from September 1937 until September 1941. My uncle ran away from home when he was 16 years old and entered the Navy when he was 17—lied about his age.
My uncle reenlisted in January 1942 and served thru WWII until September 1945.