God bless all of our GI's in and out of uniform and God Bless America ...
A date that will live in infamy ............. December 7, 1941.
Lest we forget.
But, how many have ????
I worked with a Navy veteran that was at Pearl Harbor that fateful morning. He seldom spoke of those events of that day, but when he did it was with respect for his buddies that did not see the dawn of the next day. Surviving, he became a NYC policeman & later worked in the NYC diamond district. John Harkin, & your beloved Muzzy, we think of you this day & always, find peace with our creator, thanks from all you have touched.
It is no longer a date in infamy. My first grandson was born December 7, 1977, and ever since it has been a day of rejoicing to me and our family.
On December 7, 1941, I was exactly six weeks old. I don't remember much, although it affected our family. My dad spent a year in Trinidad, came back the US, and then was sent to the Philippines.
A close family friend was on Enterprise when it steamed into Pearl a few days after the attack. He remembers flying fighter caps virtually non-stop once they got word, and landing at the outlying satellite fields while they turned the carriers around. They were deathly afraid the Japanese would return and catch both Enterprise and Hornet in port. He went on to fly in most of the major naval engagements of the war, survived the war, and ran the Frankfort office for my Dad's company for many years. Dad was an Army pilot and I have fond memories of listening to the two of them compare stories. He and his lovely wife passed away several years ago - we're loosing these folks at an alarming rate now.
About 3,000 WW2 vets die every day.
There is one living American WWI veteran: http://www.frankbuckles.org/
I was 6 years old on 12/7/41 and remember the alarm of my mom and dad listening to the radio reports. Very scary time!
We were told to immediatly put black-out curtains on our windows and had them on for some time. My dad would scold anybody trying to peek out after dark.
Both my brothers were in WWII. My oldest brother was in Europe from Normandy to the end of the war. He'd never talk of his experiences. My other brother was in pilot traing at wars end and never was in combat.
I was nine years old. My father was driving his 1938 Packard 120 down Snelling Ave. in St.Paul and we were listening to the radio. It was about 2:30 p.m. and an announcer broke into the program to announce the attack. I had two uncles in WWII and my brother-in- law flew an Corsair in the South Pacific for the Marines. I am giving a presention on the Pearl Harbor attack tomorrow at my Rotary Club.
Get those flags out guys! I've got mine out, even though it's raining in Southern California. Can you believe that. Rain in LA. Unheard of!!
My uncle was on a forced march through Italy after being captured by the Germans. Anyone that mouthed off or could not keep up was shot on the spot. Last year was the first time he ever told the family about it.
Long time to keep quiet.
I had some uncles that were in WW2 that have passed on. My parents have passed on too and no one ever talked about what they did, and now it is too late. Every now and then some one around here pases away that was there and I had no idea until I read the obituary, by then it is too late. If you have family members or friends that were there, please try to have them tell their stories, no matter how hard it is for them. Everyone needs to know what these people endured for us. Dave
My dad died in 1991. At the time he was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, he had been in the process of organizing a reunion of his old artillery outfit from the Philippine theater to be held here in St Louis. After he died, they decided to hold the reunion here anyway, and my mom, my wife and I were invited as guests. I remember one man telling me that he had been a GI in his twenties when he served there. He said, "We young guys looked to LtCol Cahill and Major Lodge as role models. These were the men we wanted to be like." Made me feel good. Wish Dad could have heard it.
In April 1945, an Army Air Force transport crashed behind enemy lines. Dad organized and led an expedition through Japanese-infested jungle to bring out the bodies of the victims. He was awarded a Bronze Star for it, but always insisted that it really wasn't that big a deal. I suspect it was a bigger deal than he made it out to be, but he rarely talked much about it. I probably heard more at that reunion than he ever told me. His stories tended to be more about stealing cases of beer from other units and organizing parties with nurses.
My Dad spent most of the war with the Royal Artillery fighting the Japanese in Burma. He would never have a Japanese car because of all that. I'm sure he would have loved the T though. Sadly he died five years ago and never got to see it. And it's such a good car for old people, because it's so easy to get in and out of. I'll take Mum for a ride in it as soon as I get it all back together. She remembers the war with total clarity - like, for example, a direct hit by a V2 'Doodlebug' flying bomb on the family home in South London. That was the cruise missile of 1944.
Yes, it is important to remember. But time moves on, and I drive a Toyota now and ride a BMW; and my brother's really big into Ducatis. That's the whole Axis covered, I reckon.
Very best wishes from England
That of course was a V1. Like calling speedster a tourer!
My dad served in the Philippians during the war. He passed 2 years ago without saying much about what he did. He only had about 3 stories that he would tell. Nothing involving any unpleasantness. He did hint a few times about some combat but I could not draw anything else out of him. He never harbored any grudges against the Japanese though.
I remember my Dad's dad used to tell stories about WW1. He fought for the Germans at that time. Some of his stories were something to listen too. He immigrated to the US after the war and hated what Hitler did to Germany.
I have a military family, my Grand father on my dad's side was in the D-Day assult on France. He was a VFW member of 2898 until his death in 1971. He never told any storys to my dad. My uncle on my dads side served in vietam. He was accidently left on a hill that he defended with a couple crates of grenades and his M16 and his knife. I remember that knife, the blade stunk very bad. He was never the same after that. He could not look anybody in the eyes.
My Grandfather on my moms side was on the german side on the russian front. Was shot though his arm and due to blood loss passed out. His arm just about froze and good thing, it stopped the bleeding. He woke up in a truck full of dead bodies, the russians thought he was dead due to them checking his pulse on his wounded arm. Was found out and was a prisoner of war for over 4 years. That was the only thing he told. Lost alot of uncles on my mom's side. Most of the storys I have heard where how my mom grew up in post WW2 Germany. One short story was the house next to her had a dog that would drive her nuts at night. And then it stopped one day. She found out years later that, that one meal they had meat was fido. My dad served in the vietnam war era in germany (where he meet my mom). I went to korea in 94/95 in the army spend a year there. What a crap hole that was. I always knew that America was a great country. Long story short I kissed the ground when I got back!!!
Let the Model T and America live forever!
4 years ago I was lucky enough to visit BB 39 where she sank. We were in the first boat out that morning. It was a sobering experience. I cried.
This will make you sick. Last night I reminded my daughter that today was Pearl Harbor Day and we read the Medal of Honor citation of John Finn who fought that day and survived.
She went to her 11th grade AP U.S. History class and mentioned to the teacher and class that today was Pearl Harbor Day and started to mention John Finn and was criticized by the teacher as there were Japanese foreign exchange students in class.
This makes me wonder what this teacher is teaching? If there is a German student then do we forget WWI and WWII? If there is a Vietnamese student then do we forget Vietnam? If he pulls this on the Korean Police Action I think my daughter will pull rank as she is half Korean!
I will now step down from the soap box and simply salute all those that have served. Thank you for your service.
Check it out.
My Dad now 87 served in the Navy through the war, my Uncle, now 90 served in the Army with the Arizona Bush Masters, saw lots of action in the Pacific. Was awarded more than one Bronze star, which I never knew. He was never wounded but sufferd very much and never really could git over his experience's.
Once or twice in my life he spoke of the war, but would quickly become very upset and start crying. We would drop it right there, always felt terrible for him. He is about the gentlist kindest man I have ever known. I never heard him complain, but it scared him deeply. His unit had a couple reunion's, that's the only reason I found out some of the actions he was in. They had the right stuff for certain, they went along way towards making our country great, their generation, bless them all.!!
I had 6 uncles on my fathers side and 2 on my mothers side that served in World war 2. All came home with only 2 receiving a purple heart. The family was very lucky. Between them they served in all branches of the service but the air corp. Only one talked much about his time spent in Italy.
Another family member talked of being taken prisoner in Europe and being transported in cattle cars and the train was stopped due to the rails being bombed out and that was when they were rescued. Sorry to say all but one is gone now.
One uncle told me of going ashore in Alaska somewhere at an old cannery and said there was a Model T sitting inside a building there and it would have to have been brought in by boat as the roads were only local.
Today I had a reason to go to a medical supply facility. There were 2 receptionists at the front counter. One was about 22, the other was about 30.
I asked them if they knew what December 7, 1941 was famous for.
NEITHER KNEW AND EXHIBITED NO INTEREST.
This is what history is up against.
It certainly isn't lack of exposure since the TV shows documentaries and the film TORA, Tora, Tora has been shown many times.
Youth! An interesting lot. It concerns me!
When I'm gone, their, (the youth), world will be a poor replica of what it was when I was a tyke.
I have a deceased relative that had 3 aircraft carriers sunk under him in the Phillipines. One was the famous Hornet.
GuessI need more practice!
I had 4 uncles who served during that war. Uncle Harry went in in March 1940. Took part as an ambulance driver during the island hopping campaigns.
Uncle Ray was in Gen. Maurice Rose' 3rd Armored Division as a tanker and fought in the hedgerows of Normandy, across Belgium and in the "Bulge". When asked by a niece to chaperone her French class on their Senior trip to France, he said, "No thanks, I've seen France."
Uncle Lloyd served as a replacement in Merrill's Marauders in Burma but always emphasized the fact that he wasn't part of the original group. He still saw plenty of action.
Uncle Tom had a bad leg but was drafted in as a replacement to rotate vets out during the last year of the war.
The only things they ever talked about were bad chow and not enough of it.
Noel, wrong brackets.
Messrs. Keefer, Mason et al, 68 years ago this AM, I, along with a lot of the male populace of Corpus Christi, Texas, were sitting on the sea wall overlooking the Bay, armed with our 30.30's and shot guns, waiting for the Japs to come ashore. Sounds silly now to some, but we were a lot more provincial back then, and were more than ready, willing, and able to stand and die to the last man for this Nation. We all went on to the real world, where a lot of us formed a dislike for those on the other side that remains to this day. In the latter part of my working career, I made it a point to ask of the sweet young things, males too, what day it was, December 7, June 6 and etc. To a man (or woman) 99+% were wholly ignorant of what I spoke. I have tried mightily to educate those of whom I come in contact of history, but it would seem I am fighting a losing battle. I have concentrated on my own children and grand children, and at least they will have some idea as to what has transpired over the life of this great Nation. For a period of time, I was a guest speaker at some schools, speaking on the War Between the States, the Great Depression,WW2, Korea et al. It appeared that most of the kids appreciated the lectures, as did most of the Teachers, but I am guessing that PC reared it's ugly head, and it isn't done any more. I yield to no man in my love for this Nation and it's principles and heritage, and pray that some day we will come to our senses and go back to the precepts of our Founding Fathers, and remember all those who never lived to be Fathers or grow to be old men, so that we might enjoy our lives here in this great Nation. Hats off and a hand salute to all Veterans from a Veteran.
When I went to school in the early 1940's we were all very patriotic. We pledged allegance to the flag every day. Around Memorial day, we had an assembly and a veteran from the Civil War would sit in a place of honor in front, and we would learn about that time in our history. We also picked up newspapers, and cans for drives and bought savings stamps which were to be pasted into books which when full could be traded for what were then called "War Bonds" The whole community were devoted to "winning" the war. It was a different time and place in history. Today, WWII is about as far back in history, as the Civil War was in those days. For some (unknown to me) reason, we don't fight to win anymore.
My Grandfather and 5 of his 6 brothers served in WWII. The oldest was too old to go. One of the younger ones did not make it out of France. The others came home. My father and I served, but did not see combat. My oldest son continues to serve in the Marine Reserve. He's been to Iraq and will likely see Afghanistan before it's over. My wife's uncle volunteered for the Army on Dec 8, 1941 and saw combat on June 6, 1944. We don't forget the dates, but there are a lot who do. Shame on them!
My dad didn't come home and I still wait for the first hug from him which will have to be in the next life. He was missing in action on October 17, 1941. He was in NYC waiting to ship over in September when I was a one year old. He didn't get to attend my first birthday. He was in the Hurtgen Forrest which claimed about 33,000 of our men. It isn't talked about on any of the history channels much since it was a fiasco for the U.S. and most of the films glorify what came right after that - namely the battle of the bulge which was also costly at about 15,000 but it ended in a victory so it makes it into the history books. The truth is that we had some very bad generals too. My mom suffered the most - dad was likely killed in the first week of his combat experience based on where his body was finally found and the progress of the battle as it was recorded. Mom didn't know anything and was first encouraged to keep up hope since he maybe was taken prisoner but then after a year he was officially declared dead not that it helped her any. She put her life together as best she could with 2 sons to raise. I was the youngest. She remarried in 1948 to an ex marine who became the only father I ever knew. He was a good man and though stern, was fair and I never wanted for anything. My dad was finally identified and brought home in 1951 to reopen all of mom's grief once more. What I remember most about my dad's military funeral in 1951 (I was 8 years old) was that my step dad cried more than anyone. I think he saw my dad's casket and identified it as one of many of his buddies that died in the Pacific which is where he was assigned. He was on Iwo and Taurowa but never spoke much about it. They were both good men. My step dad lived to 84 and he and mom came on the MTFCI national tour with us in their later years and had a ball. They loved the T hobby and though they lived 150 miles away and couldn't join us for many things - they always went with us to any local T event if one was happening during their visit. They always told anyone who would listen about the fun time they had in our Model T with us.
Grady, there are occasional flashes of hope. One of my (many) idiosyncrasies is that I free-associate numbers, so if an amount I owe at a store is the same as a year, I sometimes comment on it. Some time ago, I was at a local supermarket and my bill came to $19.18. The teenage checker said, "That'll be nineteen-eighteen." I said, "The year the war ended." His response was, "Yeah, the war to end all wars. They sure got that wrong!" I was stunned.
I remember 12/8 better than 12/7. I had just turned 7 and was in the second grade. While waiting for the school door to open, the big kids told us that the Japs were coming and they were going to kill us. Most of the younger ones cried, including me. We had a large victory garden during and after the war and raised chickens in our garage. Two of my dad's brothers served and both returned home safely. I put my time in during the cold war including 16 months in Germany. My oldest son retired from the airforce about 3 years ago after 20 years.
/Users/darelleipold/Desktop/Pearl Harbor Power Pt.ppt
Can this be opened? It is a power pt on the Pearl Harbor attack.
I see it can not be opened. Perhaps it would fit in an email if someone wants to try asking.
I sent it to myself by email and it opens just fine if you have a pc or office mac.
It has interesting pictures and maps.
I work for a military museum. www.freedomisntfree.org
We have some interesting artifacts there.
This is the front page Honolulu Sunday Advertiser dated NOVEMBER 3OTH 1941. Exactly one week before the attack. This is not the only artifact we have on display that documents that an attack was not only possible but likely.