
Dad seldom talked about that day, except to say that he spent most of it pulling survivors out of the water. At least, not to us. Every year on this date (until just before he died in 1997), Dad would attend a Pearl Harbor Survivors Association convention where he and his old buddies would get together and re-fight the war.



I think of my dad every day, but particularly on four - the anniversary of his birth, his death, his wedding - and today. 
Thanks, dad. You were a hero. You were MY hero. I miss you.
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