A sobering experience |
In 1990, my family went to Hawaii. It was 4th of July week and we visited Oahu followed by Maui. It really was the trip of a lifetime for this 11 year old. There are several memories I have from that trip. I remember the maze at the Dole Plantation. I remember a canoe ride at the Polynesian Cultural Center. I remember seeing Diamond Head from a Waikiki beach. I remember attending a Lee Greenwood concert at our hotel on Maui. I remember snorkeling Black Rock and getting flipped by a wave and cracking my head on the ocean bottom. I remember the banyan tree.
Pretty good, right?
But mostly, from that trip, I remember Pearl Harbor. I remember hearing about the 1102 people forever entombed on the Arizona. I remember seeing the oil bubble to the surface. I took photos. I listened. I learned. I respected. I did this at 11 years old. That's how powerful the experience was for me.
In 2015, I took my fiance to Oahu before heading to the Big Island to get married and Maui for a honeymoon. This was her second trip to Hawaii, but her first to Oahu. This was my fourth trip to Hawaii but my second to Oahu. I had to take her to Pearl Harbor. My brother and his wife joined us and we all took photos. We all listened. We all learned. We all respected.
25 years had gone by and the same feelings rushed back to me. Sure, this trip, we hiked Diamond Head, toured the North Shore, walked the maze at Dole and enjoyed some snorkeling and boating on the East coast but Pearl Harbor is what we'll always remember.
In late 2019, I was proud to take my boys to experience something so powerful.
I cannot make it back to Pearl Harbor soon enough so for now, I fly my flag and I honor the 2400+ men and women that died that day. Their sacrifice is for your freedom.
I cannot make it back to Pearl Harbor soon enough so for now, I fly my flag and I honor the 2400+ men and women that died that day. Their sacrifice is for your freedom.
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