'Yesterday, December 7th, 1941 -- a date which will live in infamy -- the United States of America was suddenly and deliberately attacked .... I believe that I interpret the will of the Congress and of the people when I assert that we will not only defend ourselves to the uttermost, but will make it very certain that this form of treachery shall never again endanger us. ...'
Franklin D. Roosevelt
I am asleep in Paradise. Mother
screams me awake. Sounds:
Thunder? Planes?? Bombs???
No: it can't be, unless they're
making a practice run but there
is panic in the streets and I smell
smoke and why is Mother crying?
The radio: stay at home. Get off
the roads, stay off. Don't block
traffic. All off duty military report
in uniform. News of attacks
in other places. I look out of the
window and see the horrible
truth: the red suns rose with ours
and now everything is burning ...
An intensely gripping capture and forth-telling of a world-changing event, Karla. Again, the tragedy is of national and international significance and yet is played out mercilessly in the lives of hometown individuals. xx
You capture the horribe truth of it
in your beautiful lines, Karla.
So long ago. December 7, 1941.
It was about noon in my hometown of Hampton VA,
and I heard the news on the gas station radio
following a morning of sandlot football.
In just a few years, at age 17-18, I'd be aboard
a destroyer escort ducking torpedoes and kamakazes
in the Pacific. I was one of the lucky ones
to live and tell about it.
God bless you...and God bless America.
My mother's name was Pearl and she'd be
123 today.
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peace, Carole~
In Christs Love
Michelle~
And now look..........TOYOTA IS THE BEST SELLING CAR IN AMERICA!!!
How quickly we forget! REAL AMERICANS - BUY AMERICAN !!
We are rapidly losing WORLD WAR III.
(Sorry for rambling but it's true!)
It was like this over England for years, 24/7.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :(
in your beautiful lines, Karla.
So long ago. December 7, 1941.
It was about noon in my hometown of Hampton VA,
and I heard the news on the gas station radio
following a morning of sandlot football.
In just a few years, at age 17-18, I'd be aboard
a destroyer escort ducking torpedoes and kamakazes
in the Pacific. I was one of the lucky ones
to live and tell about it.
God bless you...and God bless America.
My mother's name was Pearl and she'd be
123 today.