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December 07, 2007
Remembering Pearl Harbor
I was delighted to see that remembering Pearl Harbor made the front page of today's Philadelphia Inquirer. PEARL HARBOR, Hawaii - "Battle stations!!!"It's a crying shame that so many of the veterans are dead or dying, because it is an important and solemn occasion. A recent past president of the Philadelphia-area chapter of the Pearl Harbor Survivors' Association, Horanzy said the rate of attrition among survivors has been escalating.We should all thank all of them for their service. It's because of them that there was not another unprovoked attack on the United States for so many years. One of the reasons it's so important to remember Pearl Harbor is that by remembering, we remind enemies and potential enemies that we remember. For some great pictures, check out Michelle Malkin's post. And remember. UPDATE: Glenn Reynolds links a USAToday interview with five Pearl Harbor survivors: Ten years ago, about 15 Pearl Harbor survivors were part of the pool of veterans who mingled with visitors, according to Skip Wheeler, a National Park Service ranger at the Arizona memorial who coordinates the volunteer effort. Now there are just these five.And this: Read it all.
posted by Eric on 12.07.07 at 10:54 AM
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My Dad was there, onboard the USS Tangier. He passed away this past March at age 89. LYNNDH · December 7, 2007 06:00 PM My Dad was there, onboard the USS Tangier. He passed away this past March at age 89. LYNNDH · December 7, 2007 06:01 PM Great story, Doug. jan · December 7, 2007 11:42 PM Post a comment
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Thanks for this post. The pride I feel for my father and his contribution will never be weakened. On 12/8/41 my father sought permission from my grandfather and gradmother to enlist in the Navy because he was only 16 at the time. And they gave it without hesitation. What a different time that was!
Please allow me to use your forum to impart a touching story about him and his enlistment.
My father was a gun enthusiast and life time NRA member. His first weapon was a 16 gadge, break action, single barrel shotgun. "He loved that weapon dearly" my uncle, his younger brother told me on the day of my father's memorial service in Jan '01. "And I so envied him for it", he told me.
On that day, about 60 years after Pearl Harbor, I had all 18 pieces of Dad's gun collection layed out on the living room floor, so my uncle could choose which ones he wanted and which ones his son, my 1st cousin who is also a gun enthusiast, might want.
He was handling each one determining its origin and gadging his desire. When he picked up the 16 gadge, he became silent, turning the gun this way and that as he examined it more closly than the others. "This couldn't be", he muttered, barely audible, his eyes starting to water.
"Oh my God, it is! he finally exclaimed.
"What? What is it?" I asked.
"This gun", he said, "is the one he gave to me the day he shipped out to the Pacific. And I said to him, 'That is your prize posession. You can't give that away.' Your Dad replied, "I can't think of anyone I trust more to take care of it while I'm away, and If anything happens to me, and I don't come back, I can't think of anyone better to have it.'"
"I can't believe I had forgotten that", he told me. "This gun is unmistakable! See these criss-crossing score lines on the shoulder butt", he added. I could see them, but barely. Time had nearly worn them all off. "Your dad did that himself, by hand."
Dad loved to tell his life's stories, usually over and over until we knew them all by heart. But he never told me this one. I had to get it from his brother after his passing.