And meanwhile, in a last tantrum of disrespect, that little faggot Obama publicly kisses the ass of Shinzo Abe, unrepentant prime minister of Japan.
My husband's father was a Pearl Harbor. He was 19 and in the Army Air Corps. He had the day off and was headed to the mess hall. The barracks that he left blew up and he thought it was an old boiler that had exploded. Then he was straffed by a Japanese Zero, but managed to hide in a ditch. He made his way over to his bomber, but it was blown up. He spent the next few days burying his friends and comrades.
I listened to a veteran's first hand account of the Pearl Harbor battle once. He was an older guy in my National Guard unit. One junior officer was going the wrong direction as they were running to battle stations, but that only lasted until he was blown neatly through the ladder and became neat squares of goo.
His cruiser survived PH and was later torpedoed in two in The Slot (Solomons). They taught the sailors to cork their anus with their thumbs when they jumped from a height into the water. He said to hell with that and got the enema of a lifetime when he hit. 48 hours in the water with Zeros and sharks patterning them but he survived.
His message in his speech? Survival is a don't give up attitude. I think he really meant that.
World War II in the Pacific was one of the great stories of world history, and yet we've only barely scraped the surface of it. Now, most of these guys are gone, but when we were younger, they were always there - they were our fathers. Damn. That was something!