On December 7, 1941 at 7:57 am Hawai'i Standard Time, Japanese planes flew across the island and placed a strategic attack upon Pearl Harbor and military bases across the island of O'ahu.
Today commemorates the 65th anniversary of the day that lives in infamy.
This morning I woke up at 6:40 this morning with the plans to head out to Pearl Harbor for the annual ceremony that is held out there to commemorate the tragic event that had befallen there. We instead went to Pearl Harbor Park, which sits across the harbor where the USS Arizona rests within its shallow grave marked with its memorial for those that had passed in the attack.
We stood there upon the shore, watching a single ship with all its sailors standing at attention, wearing their dress whites, awaiting for the time which they would blow their horn. At the sounding of their horn at 7:57, four Navy jets flew across the sky above Pearl Harbor, one taking a sharp turn upward into the sky and the remaining three continuing their trip across the island. A couple moments later, the cannons fire signifying the attack that had commenced forth.
As this was going on, my wife telling me and pointing out to me about the attack, the direction the planes were flying in from, and about how her mom witnessed it from the old sugarmill plantation camps in Waipahu above the sugar cane fields, while helping her older sister move from her parents home to their new home. She also told me how local fishermen helped pull bodies and survivors out of the water from the shores of where we were standing.
It was a somber moment that had passed in those moments, remembering the tragedy that started with the following moments that claimed so many lives, fortelling the future involvement of our country in WWII.
Today we remember those that had died in the fight for freedom, and the fight to maintain it. Today we remember the lives lost in the service of our country and the world. Today we remember all those that had served, and are serving. Today, we remember.
Today commemorates the 65th anniversary of the day that lives in infamy.
This morning I woke up at 6:40 this morning with the plans to head out to Pearl Harbor for the annual ceremony that is held out there to commemorate the tragic event that had befallen there. We instead went to Pearl Harbor Park, which sits across the harbor where the USS Arizona rests within its shallow grave marked with its memorial for those that had passed in the attack.
We stood there upon the shore, watching a single ship with all its sailors standing at attention, wearing their dress whites, awaiting for the time which they would blow their horn. At the sounding of their horn at 7:57, four Navy jets flew across the sky above Pearl Harbor, one taking a sharp turn upward into the sky and the remaining three continuing their trip across the island. A couple moments later, the cannons fire signifying the attack that had commenced forth.
As this was going on, my wife telling me and pointing out to me about the attack, the direction the planes were flying in from, and about how her mom witnessed it from the old sugarmill plantation camps in Waipahu above the sugar cane fields, while helping her older sister move from her parents home to their new home. She also told me how local fishermen helped pull bodies and survivors out of the water from the shores of where we were standing.
It was a somber moment that had passed in those moments, remembering the tragedy that started with the following moments that claimed so many lives, fortelling the future involvement of our country in WWII.
Today we remember those that had died in the fight for freedom, and the fight to maintain it. Today we remember the lives lost in the service of our country and the world. Today we remember all those that had served, and are serving. Today, we remember.
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