Growing up when I did, Pearl Harbor Day was something that was punctually remembered every year.
As a pre-teen and middle schooler I had a large interest in World War II for reasons I cannot fully tell you at this time, so - perhaps more so than my peers - I understood what had happened and in a way, what it meant. What I did not really grasp was the visceral punch of the event in a way that made my grandparents; and parents' generation remember it ("celebrate" seems peculiarly inappropriate) as they did.
After September 11th, I got it.
It's still dark as this is being typed and the forecast is partly cloudy for today, unlike twenty four years ago when it was a bright blue morning here and in NYC. 2,977 dead that day makes it certain NOT to forget for myself, both those gone and the evil ideology that produced that day TB.
ReplyDeleteNylon12, I was on my commute and I can remember to this day right where I was in the commute when I heard the strike on the radio. It still haunts me.
DeleteSadly, it had slipped my mind about today being today until I saw your post. But that wound in my brain created by the day is still festered and sore and it takes very little to bring me right back to that day and how I felt.
ReplyDeleteEd, it is shocking to me how quickly I can go back to that day.
DeleteThough 24 years have elapsed since that day, in my mind and in my heart, it was yesterday.
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