When I was a kid, the adults in my life lived through the Pearl Harbor attack and all had stories of what they were doing when they heard about it. The actual attack was during daybreak in Hawaii which would have made it around noon in our time zone. There were no TV reports because there were no televisions. People huddles around their radio's to get as much news as possible. There was no way they could have understood the severity of the attack. Can you imagine if Pearl Harbor had been attacked in our time with cable news and internet (well you probably could--9/11). Anyway, as a kid we always took some time at school on December 7th to talk about it and try to understand it's historical significance. The fact that we talked about an event that was growing more distance in time, never caused me to have ill feelings towards our then enemy, the Japanese (in fact later in junior high I made best friends with a Japanese-American student that lasted until after we went our separate ways after high school). But it did cause me to reverently appreciate the sacrifice of those who lost their lives on that day. Some time later in my life I had the privilege to visit the Arizona Memorial (pictured above). To me it a sacred place. Of all the things I saw in Hawaii, it's the most memorable in my mind. A boat takes you to the memorial and a parks service ranger tells the story. It's so real to be standing on that spot. The ranger pointed out a small oil bubble that periodically would surface and pop. It comes from the fuel tank, residue of what was once there. To me it symbolized the lives that were lost and the earthly remains that have been left on the ship. Every year, I feel to tell my students about that experience (even my fitness classes). Had those sailors survived they would now be grandparents and great grandparents and some would be passing away after living full lives. Those who lived through the depression and WWII have been called the greatest generation. Having been raised by such people, I'd not argue that recognition. Now having been an orphan for a few years, I appreciate even more their sacrifice. When I think of the times to come, I admit it worries me some. But then I look at what others have done and the fact that we all have each other, I'm much more optimistic.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
A Day That Will Live In Infamy
When I was a kid, the adults in my life lived through the Pearl Harbor attack and all had stories of what they were doing when they heard about it. The actual attack was during daybreak in Hawaii which would have made it around noon in our time zone. There were no TV reports because there were no televisions. People huddles around their radio's to get as much news as possible. There was no way they could have understood the severity of the attack. Can you imagine if Pearl Harbor had been attacked in our time with cable news and internet (well you probably could--9/11). Anyway, as a kid we always took some time at school on December 7th to talk about it and try to understand it's historical significance. The fact that we talked about an event that was growing more distance in time, never caused me to have ill feelings towards our then enemy, the Japanese (in fact later in junior high I made best friends with a Japanese-American student that lasted until after we went our separate ways after high school). But it did cause me to reverently appreciate the sacrifice of those who lost their lives on that day. Some time later in my life I had the privilege to visit the Arizona Memorial (pictured above). To me it a sacred place. Of all the things I saw in Hawaii, it's the most memorable in my mind. A boat takes you to the memorial and a parks service ranger tells the story. It's so real to be standing on that spot. The ranger pointed out a small oil bubble that periodically would surface and pop. It comes from the fuel tank, residue of what was once there. To me it symbolized the lives that were lost and the earthly remains that have been left on the ship. Every year, I feel to tell my students about that experience (even my fitness classes). Had those sailors survived they would now be grandparents and great grandparents and some would be passing away after living full lives. Those who lived through the depression and WWII have been called the greatest generation. Having been raised by such people, I'd not argue that recognition. Now having been an orphan for a few years, I appreciate even more their sacrifice. When I think of the times to come, I admit it worries me some. But then I look at what others have done and the fact that we all have each other, I'm much more optimistic.
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Thanks for that Dad.
I have to admit I forgot about Pearl Harbor day until I heard a Primary kid tell his class about it followed by explosion sounds.
That is neat, though. I think it takes an ordeal like that and the great depression to make the greatest generation of a people. Hopefully we won't have to go through quite as much to make great people out of us. But if we do, at least we have some good legacies to live up to.
I wonder if we are forgetting about PH. My dad had a flag out yesterday but until then I had forgot. I bet that 9/11 is our Pearl Harbor but I hope my kids know about PH and think about it. My grandma talked about Pearl Harbor all the time and unlike you Steve, she was not as forgiving about the role the Japanese played.
I read this to Dustin and he cried...I forget that you and mom are orphans--I guess you can take care of yourself. Thanks for reminding us about this day, I have to admit, I don't think I thought of it until the next day.
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