I never can remember Pearl Harbor Day until I hear it on the news. “Today, the anniversary of the attacks on Pearl Harbor…” and then my mind says, “OH! Yes. Pearl Harbor Day.” Only after the reminder do I spend a moment thinking about the enormous toll our country paid during Pearl Harbor and the subsequent war. I’ve always been slightly ashamed that I don’t remember this date more readily. My family paid an enormous price themselves during that war. I reprimand myself every December 7 for not being more reverent and remembering.
Where I react with laizzes-faire historical interest, others remember with clarity and understanding. Where I react with slight sentimentality, they remember with tears and mourning.
But now, I have my own day to remember.
I remember the phone call from my friend, waking Don and I up to tell the news. The first tower had been hit.
I remember putting a movie onto the computer for the kids to watch to keep them out of the family room, where the TV was on for 30 hours straight.
I remember staring at the television, crying, as the towers fell.
I remember starting to panic as the Pentagon, then the plane in Pennsylvania, went down.
I remember thinking of Pearl Harbor Day.
I have no desire to politicize or exploit this day, so please, don’t jump into that fray. Today, I just want to remember.
What do you remember?