A Date...

...that will live in infamy!

I’m sure that I don’t really remember December 7, 1941 but I think I do...

I wuz four years old at the time, well actually fourteen dayz shy of being four years ‘n three months...what I do recall is it wuz a very traumatic day for my parents ‘n ev’ry adult that I knew...that kind of trauma stands out in a childs mem’ry even if you can’t really remember the actual event...

I remember the war years very well, howsomever...ration books, shortages of all kinds...people putting their autos up on blocks ‘n hanging the tires on the walls of their garages...well, the people who had garages...I remember the ribbons in the windows of people who had sons or fathers in the military ‘n I remember the black wreathes that were hung when those people weren’t going to come home...the daily newspaper tracked the armies with maps ‘n stories from war corespondents such as Ernie Pyle ‘n Bill Mauldin...comedies were popular in the movies at that time but there wuz always the newsreels showing war action around the world...I sometimes wonder what it would have been like if we’d had television the way we did during Vietnam that brought the war to our living rooms on a daily basis...

I’ve heard World War II referred to as ‘the last good war’ but the people who do so are wrong...During our War between the States, General Sherman famously stated, “War is Hell!”

“And that’s the truth!” Edith Ann