Gather round kiddies… I have a story to tell…
Maybe I am just an emotional mess these days… but seeing all of the Pearl Harbor memorials makes me cry~ thinking about it…
My Grandma used to tell me she was ironing clothes for her new husband on that fateful Sunday morning. She and my Grandfather had been married only 16 months, and had a 6 week baby girl.
Very soon, after they were wed, sooo many lost their lives, as we were attacked & caught off guard at Pearl Harbor. The Japanese pretended to be invested in peace talks..and then they covertly attacked with no regard for civilian or innocent lives. THIS is the 75th anniversary of the day that will live in infamy… Dec. 7, 1941…
After that day, my countrymen rallied around our FLAG and stood in line to VOLUNTEER to avenge those lost~ Men actually ENDED their lives if they were found “4F” (unable to serve for health/family reasons), they WANTED to go!! We were officially in the 2nd World War.
~ My Grandmother’s new husband ( Ray) and his brother (Clarence) were drafted. My Grandfather was drafted to the Army Corps of Engineers and shipped out first to Fort Grant in Chicago (where Grant Park is located today), then to basic training at Fort Leonardwood in Missouri. My Grandmother’s’s brothers ALL (Bob, Chet, & and another, also named Ray) were drafted… and all of them served in different branches of the military except for one who was “4F” (not fit for duty because he was developmentally delayed… Kenny).
My great grandmother & grandfather hung THREE blue stars in their window, and FOUR of their daughters sent men off to war. That was a generation that TRULY knew and understood duty, honor and what it meant to be an American. We were all UNITED for a common cause. The women went to work in factories and kept the homefires burning.
Our family was VERY lucky we had no lives lost but 2 of the 3 came back with a purple heart, as did my Grandpa Ray.
He served valiantly in 3 theaters of the war: North Africa, Italy and France where he was attached to Patton’s 7th Army (Pioneers) and they fought in the Ardennes-Alsace Campaign (also known as the Battle of the Bulge) . My Grandfather was repairing a bridge when a mortar round came in an nearly killed him. He was taken to a field hospital in France where they preformed surgery on him and removed shrapnel from his body~ he was in the hospital, for 2 months before being sent to Percy Williams Hospital in Michigan where he stayed another 2 months, and then returned home, and they then had my mom… judy. If events would have been any different, I would not be here.
May the 2,403 lives lost at Pearl be never forgotten, and may the 1,178 who were wounded, and many whom have passed, rest peacefully knowing they were avenged. It was a long battle, but the sacrifices everyone made for a grander calling, were never in vain. I am so inspired by the determination and dedication to the war effort that whole generation gave. May we never ever forget that we are ONE country, under God. Let divisiveness have no place in our minds, we must all come together and stand against enemies far and near that wish to do America harm.
God bless the USA.