Years ago when I was in the Marine Corps, I recieved orders to report to a rather intense training exercise in the scorpion infested jungle of Oahu island. Afterward, a handful of us were rewarded with a trip across the mountain to visit Pearl Harbour. It was really quite moving; like a pilgrimage! Bonus. After all these years, I still have the Hawai'ian shirt I bought as a momento when I was there.
Listening to the country station on the way to work, they played a remembrance song for those who lost their lives that day...and I cried.
Requiscant in pace...
Well said John. As a bit of a history buff like my brother, I was thrilled when he contacted me today to say he stood on board the USS Cassin Young, moored in Boston Harbor and shook the hand of a US Serviceman who survived the attack that fateful day. Not too many folks can say today , "I was there!" Prayers to all that perished in that war and all conflicts. As Lt. Gen Harold Moore, Retired once said, "Hate war, love the American warrior." Amen.