I have never talked to anyone who was living on December 7, 1941, and old enough to notice, who fails to remember. As I can, every one of those persons can tell you precisely where they were and what they were doing, on that day. It is glued in our memories, as a dividing line between innocence and awful awakening. I can still SEE the day, how the sun shone where I was, the drop from joy of childhood to desolation of betrayal, and the indescribable sadness of America or, at least, the part of it I knew. Yet, it glued Americans together and made us one. May we become that again, but without the necessity of such an awakening this time.
Well said, Mom. So very well said.