I know this is kind of late posting on this topic. In remembrance of this day each year I share a sense of pride in the fact that both my Grandpa’s served in the Navy during World War II. Sadly they have both passed on, but they lived many years to tell their stories after the War and the attack on Pearl Harbor.
My Grandma shared a story this year from my Grandpa's journal after the ship he was on survived an attack. The story told of how he had to sleep on the deck of his ship for many nights after an attack that left the ships cabins where he slept destroyed and sealed off to stay afloat. His story told of their struggles to survive until they got help, and his respect for the others who were lost.
They were both great men and part of a generation they just don't make them like anymore. Even if it is a little late, I would like to thank all those who have made the sacrifice.
