[Constitutions Grandchild]

On one of our family vacations when I was a kid, my parents took me to see the Missouri when it was in mothballs out in Seattle (or somewhere close by). I was the usual teenager with my simple Civics and American History classes to educate me on what happened there, and I went with about as much enthusiasm as I would have had they taken me to see any exhibit in a museum — BUT (and big BUT) — when I got on board and stood by the brass plaque where the Japanese surrender took place, it wasn't “ancient” history anymore.

I was overcome by awe. Then I looked at the size of those guns — anti aircraft and the really big, big ones that could fire salvos from offshore (and, incidentally, I could have fit in), it hit home. It was one of those family outings that has stuck with me for close to 50 years. What awesome power and might we have and pity the poor souls we use it on. For a kid from the Midwest who was more like Doris Day and Sandra Dee — I was humbled before God and man.

[Eric in the Ozarks]

We visited Pearl Harbor three months ago. The Missouri was just out of dry dock with a fresh repaint and looked like a brand new BB (except for the tiny bump in the deck where a kamikaze had bounced off.)

[Think free or die]

"I was the usual teenager with my simple Civics and American History classes to educate me on what happened there, and I went with about as much enthusiasm as I would have had they taken me to see any exhibit in a museum — BUT (and big BUT) — when I got on board and stood by the brass plaque where the Japanese surrender took place, it wasn't “ancient” history anymore."

Great story. When our boys were younger we went with our Cub Scouts for a sleepover on the USS New Jersey. It was an amazing experience for everyone, and the kids just loved the awesome display of power. We took our sons to see the USS Intrepid before it was taken off display on the Hudson River for refurbishing. Our kids have developed a healthy respect for American naval power, and we've all enjoyed those trips. To me, the ships feel alive with memories and intensity from the men who lived, worked, fought, and died there. It's something I wish all Americans could experience.

Coincidentally, today my husband and sons will be visiting the US Air Force Academy. They left Philadelphia this morning for Denver, en route to the Philmont Scout Ranch in New Mexico. They're off for 2 weeks of backpacking. They have some great adventures with the Scouts. I wish I could be there too, but it's their guy time.