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When I was in the fourth grade I came home from school and as like religious clock work my mother asked me what I had learned in school that day.. I told her that we learned about the heroes of Pearl Harbor. About the hideous Japanese surprise attack, all the men that died, the Arizona, and all the surviving men who heroically did everything they could to help and rescue the injured and trapped men. I remember this day very clearly, the teachers passionate message and my mothers reaction. So as I'm gushing all about what I had learned and all about the wonderful heroes of that day, my mother calmly says, "would you like to meet one of those heroes?" Amazed and surprised that my mother actually knows a Pearl harbor survivor, I say, "YES!!" She told me okay, go do your chores and homework and I will introduce you to him later. So, later that afternoon I hear my father drive in, and we go to the door as we always did when he came home from work. He opened the door, tool a step in the house and my mother says, "There is your hero". I was flabbergasted! WHAT?? My father is one of the heroes my teacher was gushing with pride about about at school that day?? I remember saying.. "You are one of the heroes?" Very emphatically and definitely he replied, "NO, I am NOT a hero, the heroes never made it home".
Little did I know at that time that my mother knew very well all about the war and Pearl Harbor. She was one of the first women to join the navy after the war started and they began to allow women into service.
The ladies in the Navy were called "WAVES" then.. "Women Accepted for Volunteer Emergency Service".
My mother had a top secret clearance as a storekeeper. She worked with ships provisions and had knowledge of where
what food was on the ship.
12/8/2012 11:03:55 AM