Today's Pearl Harbor Day. The 79th anniversary of the "day that will live in infamy," the day that finally got the United States into World War II, a conflict that was - for whatever its absurd precipitating factors had been, going back to WW I, which has to have been the fool's errand of all fools' errands - a righteous war that wiped out fascism (at least temporarily, and in certain locales).
I take Pearl Harbor pretty personally, by the way, as it's the precipitating event that put my parents on the path to meeting. So in a way I can thank those Japanese Zeros sinking the U.S.S. Arizona for my very existence.
So for today I was going to write about "what Pearl Harbor means to me." And then I happened on a post on the subject from 2011. It's as good as anything I was going to write for today's episode of Pink Slip. So, "We'll remember Pearl Harbor" - take it away!
And here's to Al Rogers, my father - dead now, almost 50 years - for answering the call when it came that December day so many decades ago...
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