It’s been seventy-five years since the Japanese surprise attack on the U. S. naval base at Pearl Harbor, Hawaii. The generation of Americans whose lives were forever changed by that event is dwindling rapidly. Nearly four hundred WWII vets die every day, and less than 4 percent of the sixteen million who served are still with us.
My dad is one of those survivors. Seventy-five years ago today, Dad was a nineteen-year old taking his high school sweetheart to the movies. Two months later he was in the Navy, and three years to the day after the attack on Pearl Harbor he was rescued off the coast of the Philippines after his destroyer was hit by Japanese suicide bombers.
It’s impossible for most of us to relate to the sacrifices that our WWII veterans made on our behalf. Why not pause for a moment to reflect on the events of December 7, 1941 and to remember those who gave their lives on that dark day?