Feel the love!
Posted on 12/07/2014 10:20:41 AM PST by PROCON
December 7, 1941 began as a perfect Sunday morning for the troops serving the US fleet at Pearl Harbor.
Under a early morning South Pacific sun, softball teams were lining up on the beach. Pitchers warmed up their arms, while batting rosters were finalized and the wives and kids came over from seaside church services.
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Oahu was rife with rumors that transports packed with Japanese troops were about to round Diamond Head.
Gradually, anything seemed possible that day.
Thank you PROCON. Not sure many remember December 7, 1941. Or even care. 73 years have seen many changes and some not very good. Again, thanks.
An elderly man down the street passed. And we went through the discards by the curb out front of his house after they cleaned it out. And we found a photo album he created from his time in PH when it happened. OF course all the personal photos were genuine, hula girls etc. but all the damage shots were stock navy photos. we though we really had something.
He was such an unhappy gentleman.
“Get Yamamoto”
73 years since Pearl Harbor today - will the media even mention it?
My Dad was 16 and walking home from school when he heard about it and ran the rest of the way.
He joined the Navy after graduation in 1943 and they sent him to Notre Dame to earn a degree in aeronautical engineering. (He was president of the model airplane club in high school, the Balsa Butchers).
After a year or so of abuse from the priests/professors because he was not Catholic, he and a few of his buddies flunked out intentionally so they could get into the war.
He threw away a four year scholarship to fight for his country and had no regrets. Ended up as a Torpedoman 3rd Class. He Spent 11 years in the Navy counting reserves.
He passed away in 2007 at age 81.
On a west pac in 1968, we passed the USS Arizona. It was a very solemn experience. It hits home when you actually see the ship. It is not like seeing pictures.
Most today don’t know or care about the “date which will live in infamy”.
Tragic.
Seventy-three years, seems like only yesterday.
I recall the day quite sharply in my memory, as I was 3, nearly 4, at the time. In a rather oddly set of circumstances, my father had just purchased a brand new 1942 Ford Tudor sedan, one of the very few allocated to the rural county in which we lived. They only sold it to him on condition that he make it available for ambulance service whenever called upon. The sale was concluded on December 6, 1941, for the OPA-dictated price of $1,048. My father drove it back to the farm, and on the way, he decided to check on one of the road fences as the base of the hill where we lived. He stopped it at an angle and on the slope of the road ditch, pulling on the parking brake, and leaving it idling in neutral (break-in period, you know, that was standard for the first 500 miles or so). He left me in the car, while he walked along the spring branch to check the fence. Being a curious sort of lad, I saw how he had applied the parking brake, so I crawled down and released it, thinking I could “pretend” drive. The car, parked on the slope angled down toward that spring branch that ran down the road ditch, lurched forward, and was most fortuitously stopped by an old oak fence post.
Some periods in a person’s life are just seared in one’s memory. I was sort of hyper-alert for several days after, and I clearly remember hearing FDR making the declaration of war on the radio.
Feel the love!
Thank you.
Thanks for this post. Seems each year we see fewer reminders of that fateful day.
He went to school on a Sunday?
“On a west pac in 1968, we passed the USS Arizona. It was a very solemn experience. It hits home when you actually see the ship. It is not like seeing pictures. “
The flag in my shadow box when I retired from the Navy in1997 was flow over the Arizona! I feel honored to have it!
Hillary’s too stupid to be President... that comment of hers proves it.
Link below is explains why NO carriers were hit at Pearl...
https://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20070711161606AAXY5YH
I remember the news of the attack. I was 11 yrs old and we sat around the radio and tried to gather as much info as we could.
Two of my older brothers were on ships heading to the south pacific at the time. One was in the Navy and the other the Marines.
I believe Dec 7,1941 was a Sunday.
See post #15
My grandparents had a wonderfully kind neighbor who lived through Pearl Harbor. I can recall him telling me how he and his friends had to jump into a trench for a sewer line they were building to find protection from the bombs and attacking planes on that fateful day.
He continued to fight through the war in the Navy and went on to a career in the water dept for LA once the war was won. He was a wonderful man who had a big smile and an even bigger heart. RIP Mr Felli.
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