Remember...

[Flywrite]

I remember that at the airport where I learned to fly we had an old guy, Charlie, who used to come hang out from time to time. He was a friendly old fella, with lots of stories to tell, but he could be a little annoying when we were trying to get something done. In spite of this annoyance, we never minded when he showed up, we figured he had earned it.

You see, one of his favorite stories was the one about being stationed at Hickham Field on the morning of December 7, 1941. A stroke of luck saved him from the bomb which killed his buddies as they ate breakfast that day. After the old guy ended up in rest home a little over a decade ago we would go get him on December 7th so he could come out to the airport to tell his stories and to know that we hadn't forgotten.

I'm sure he is gone now, off to join the wife he lost around 1990, but if you guys dont mind, remember Charlie today, and remember his buddies.

 

[flyingwildfires]

December 7th....

Good post -- thanks. As kids, we were always told about Pearl Harbor, and how when my mom heard the news on the radio, she was holding our oldest brother by his crib, and she feared so for this country and the war years to come.

We need to remember..... I'll toast one to Charlie, and to all the others....... thanks for sharing....