I am a grown woman, and my dad is a World War II history buff, so I’m embarrassed to admit this. Until yesterday, I had no clue where Pearl Harbor was. I am reading a book, “Maude”, about a woman who was alive in the early to late 1900s. When the bombing on Pearl Harbor happened, one of her children asked her where that was, and when she said Hawaii, I was more than a little stunned. I guess I always assumed it happened overseas. Not on our turf. And I’ve never had a desire to go to Hawaii, but now I do, if only to visit the Pearl Harbor museum there on the island of Oahu.
I wouldn’t normally write a whole post about something so trivial, but I find it interesting that this knowledge came to me just at the start of the Memorial Day weekend, so I wanted to share. I want to pay tribute to those who lost their lives while serving our country. If you are spending time with family and friends this weekend, eating good food and playing games, please know that you are afforded the freedom to do these things because of the brave soldiers who gave their lives for our country. As we celebrate this weekend, let’s remember why. Let us never forget.