December 7, 1941

[Dill]

(12-07-2018, 01:11 PM)bfine32 Wrote: I may have told the story before, but one of my most rewarding days was in Hawaii one Memorial Day. I was driving around and saw an elderly man struggling with his groceries as he was waiting for the bus. I didn't have anything to do so I stopped and offered a ride.

He was a native Hawaiian that had served in the Military briefly. He shared with me his story of the attack on PH. He was just a kid, but remembered the planes flying over (we drove down the kolikoli pass they used), he remembers waiving at the planes as they went over, then he just remembers the smoke and smell.

That dude didn't have to worry about a ride the rest of my time on the island.

Guy waves at enemy planes, giving comfort to the enemy, and you give him a ride.