Reflecting on Pearl Harbor

· Reflections

I asked my grandmother once about the bombing Pearl Harbor. She didn’t say much… there was thunder but no clouds and the ground shook uncontrollably.

I was born and raised a mile up the mountain from Pearl Harbor, so it’s pretty iconic for me. The view of it from my house is amazing.

I remember when we were young, my brother and I would sit on our fence and watch the high speed boat races they used to hold there. The boats would fly around Ford Island like rockets, sending up white spray far into the air.

Of course, it’s much different these days. There’s a bridge to Ford Island, so you can’t race boats anymore.

It also holds the Arizona Memorial, dedicated to the people who lost their lives during the bombing and sinking of the USS Arizona during the attack on Pearl Harbor.

“To the Memory of the Gallant Men Here Entombed and their shipmates who gave their lives in action on 7 December 1941, on the U.S.S. Arizona”

I’ve been here a few times and even though this room is marble and always filled with people, it is almost entirely silent. It’s so moving.

Although live on the mainland now, I still take time out to remember December 7th, the horrendous day when the US entered into World War II.

As it has been said before, that date will live in infamy, but the following years of war are also not easily forgotten. The tragedies committed on both sides of the fighting will be remembered always.

We cannot change the past, but we can learn from it. Take care of each other.