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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. They did not know that for hours the Japanese naval fleet and air forces had been speeding across the ocean toward America's Pacific base. There, like a string of pearls draped across the docks and waterfront, was the majority of America's naval might."
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| "Japs Attack US" Times Square, New York |
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| Memorial service for the more than 2,400 killed at Pearl Harbor |
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What made everybody so mad was that, while we had a fairly benign view of Japan, they attacked us while talking peace.
This post is to commemorate my father-in-law's service and him surviving Pearl Harbor. A seaman 1st class on the USS Nevada. He was one of the few guys that got on board down to the engine room and got her out of the harbor. He is no longer with us, but that's okay because we know where he already is. Here's to you Roy, I hope you and Jesus are swapping awesome fishing stories.
Tomorrow marks the day that my dad and his best buddy walked out their high school door, went downtown, and enlisted in the Navy.
How did that work then, Haz? Did they delay until the following June to finish school or just leave school?
I just had lunch with Marine Corp vet. He joined when he was 17 and had to get his parents to sign.
They were seniors, Chickelit. They were put on a bus to the Great Lakes Naval Training Center a few days later.
When they returned home at the end of the war, they, and the others in their class who had left school and enlisted in the military were given their diplomas by the school's principal.
Ah yes, Pearl Harbor day where we'd always end up discussing Hiroshima.
Fedoras. Men wore fedoras, back in the day. Men looked manly wearing fedoras. JFK didn't wear a fedora, so American men stopped wearing them.
Too bad. I am at an age where I'd like to look like Broderick Crawford in Highway Patrol.
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