I cannot believe that a year has gone by since I posted the story of the nine year old boy's recollections of the "Day that will live in Infamy". People are fond of saying that the older you get, the faster time passes, and I am beginning to believe this.
I will never forget that day, however. It was a day that, in retrospect, galvanized a fat and happy nation, almost instantaneously. It turned us into a nation of invincable fighters. EVERYBODY was in the fight, each in his own way---
From kids collecting tin cans, newspapers, aluminum foil, scrap metal and bacon fat, to women working in the "mens'" jobs in the defense industry, to the hundreds of thousands of young patriots who did not wait to be called in the "draft", this nation fulfilled Yamamoto's worst nightmare---the terrble sleeping giant was awakened, and enraged.
To my way of thinking, it was one of the proudest periods of history I have personally lived through.
Would that that spirit of invincibility were alive and well today. If it were--heaven help the North Koreans, the Iranian terrorists, the Syrians, the Islamo-extremists, and the illegal aliens, to name a few. But alas, my friends............I think we may have lost it.
Too old to fight, Too old to run, guess that's why I carry a gun! "would someone show this asshole the way out of town".[Rabbi Avram Belinski-aka "The Frisco Kid"]
6 years 16 weeks ago, 3:41 PM