"A day that will live in infamy"

December 7, 2012 - December 7, 1941, 71 years ago, I remember the day well. Of all the important days to remember, this is the most vivid in my mind. I was 9 years old, along with my  Mom and Dad we were visiting my brother who was in college in Greencastle, Indiana, at DePauw University.

I remember well the Delta Tau Delta Fraternity house where he lived, a huge living room, filled with leather sofas and chairs, all filled by students and relatives who had just finished a delicious lunch in the large downstairs dining room. I was the exception. I was having an allergy attack from eating too many warm Parker House rolls prepared by the kitchen staff. I was allergic to eggs, and those rolls had an abundance of them. So I was stretched out on one of  the coaches, being still.

Then, we realized what was coming over the radio, Pearl Harbor had been attacked by the Japanese. Even at 9, I think I realized the gravity of the situation from the looks and glances that were being exchanged around the room. There was a knowing hush of young men who knew this was a life changing event. I think they all knew that somehow, their lives were being altered. There was no laughter and there were no smiles.

I remember the look on my Dad's face, he had served in WWI, and knew the consequences of war. He had heard his Dad talk about the Civil War in which he had served. So war had affected his family, and now we were entering into another one which would affect his children. He was brought to tears, knowing what was ahead for everyone in the room.

I remember driving home that afternoon, not a word was spoken in the car.

I have heard little to nothing this morning on TV or the radio in the car when I took my wife to work ... December 7, ".................... a day that will live in infamy," as FDR said. But it looks like it is being forgotten, but I will never forget the day, December 7, 1941.

It is rolling around again ..... December 7

I imagine the number of people who vividly remember this date is dwindling. I am 79, born in 1932, and remember that day as if it were yesterday. As FDR said, "A date which will live in infamy."

I was in Greencastle, Indiana, along with my Mom and Dad, we were visiting my Brother Dean, who was attending DePauw University. We had just finished eating lunch in the Delta Tau Delta house dining room, my brother's fraternity. I was reclining on a big leather couch, suffering from a mild allergy attack from eating too may hot homemade Parker House rolls. I knew better, I was allergic to eggs, but could not resist those hot rolls.

News was coming in on the big Philco Radio in the large Commons Room, which was filled with many students and their parents. I remember hearing, Japan, Pearl Harbor, sneak attack, bombs, aircraft, words like devastation, casualties, ships sinking, words that would soon become commonplace.

The stillness in the crowded room, the expressions on faces, there was a foreboding feeling in the room that made me acutely aware that a disaster had happened, one that would have a dramatic affect on the young men in the room. I had a feeling that they sensed how this would affect their future, that their lives would never be the same, a life altering event.

I remember the three hour drive home, in a Packard Clipper, few to no words were exchanged between the three of us. We drove in silence. The country would soon be at war, and we all knew it. My Dad had served in WWI and knew of war, his Father, Caleb,  was in the Civil War, and Dad had heard many stories of the horror of that war. He was the most silent, he knew what the future held.

December 7, 1941, "A date which will live in infamy." We should never forget that date.

December 7, 1941

Only one mention on my Facebook, have not heard anything on TV as yet, about this day. It come and goes like any other day, what a shame that is. I think that "someone" wants us to forget what happened on this day many years ago. I remember vividly.

I was nine years old, my Brother was attending DePauw University in Greencastle, Indiana, and he was living in the Delta Tau Delta Fraternity house there. My Mom and Dad and I had spent the night in a guest house in Greencastle, attended an early morning Chapel Service on campus, and went to the Delt House for lunch.

I was allergic to many things in my younger days, one of which was eggs. The cook at the Delt house made the best Parker House rolls, which I was not supposed to eat, but ate two of them anyway, and later on had an allergy attack, wheezy, eyes swollen. So I was somewhat stretched out on one of the giant leather couches they had in the living room at the fraternity house.

I remember when the announcement came over the radio, the Japanese had bombed Pearl Harbor. I remember the tension filled hush that went over the room, even at my age, let me know that something of monumental importance had happened. I think all of these young men knew that they would become involved, somehow. They knew what the future held for them.

There were some other events scheduled for that afternoon, but, as I recall, we just said our goodbyes and headed back, in the 1939 Packard, to Dayton, our home.

Dad had served in WWI, and knew of war, Mom had known the worry about loved ones during war time, they both had lived through one war, and now another war was at hand.

I remember the day quite well, I will never forget it, December 7, 1941.