Sixty five years ago today, my father was at Schofield Army Barracks when he was awoken by a bomb that took him from his cot and landed him fifty feet away. Not shabby for a quiet Sunday Morning, but as we know it was the day that thrust us into WWII.

Dad died in 2004 and very few survivors of that day are still alive, but to him and to those who are I salute you and thank you for your service.

More history of Peal Harbor here. Rick Moran, as always, great writing.