December 7th has always had special meaning to me. I never forget it and always say a prayer to those men and women who lost their lives at Pearl. Not because I lost any relatives during the attack on Pearl Harbor, but because my Dad was in the Navy.
I grew up with his tales of the service and a great respect for anyone in the military. Also when I was a kid there were lots of war movies on TV. Military stories have been a major part of my reading both fiction and non-fiction and I am a serious war buff, collecting war memorabilia, movies, books, and models.
I probably know, more about the ship my Dad was on than he does. He served on CA -130 the USS Bremerton, a heavey Cruiser, at the end of WWII. He was at the nuclear bomb testing at the Bikini Atolls and in the celebration of the Philipene Independance. He also was part of the 7th fleet Occupational Forces in and around Japan.
So today is my day for remembering all of those sailors who fought during WWII, and paying my respects for those who gave their lives for our country.
And to remember my Dad's service to his country.