December 7 is a date we could never
forget. First, of course is Pearl Harbor Day. Even though neither of us was
born then, we have visited Hawaii often, and have gone to the Arizona memorial
numerous times.
Another reason we remember this date
is that Larry’s father was born on this date. For years, we combined the celebration
of his birthday with my mother’s, which was on December 14. We lost them both
in 2011, and it still feels strange to go through December without that
celebration.
Because of the Pearl Harbor attack,
Dad was drafted, even though Larry was a baby. Fortunately, he served his time in
the Navy at Mare Island near San Francisco. Because of his pride in his
military service, we asked for the Navy to be present at his interment at Rose
Hills Cemetery. We were so moved at the playing of “Taps” and the presentation
of the flag to Larry.
We decided that it should go to Shaun,
Murl’s only Collins grandson, and eventually to his son, Tyler, the only
Collins great-grandson. We had it put into a case and gave it to Larry’s
brother, Casey, to keep until it is passed on down the line.
The last time we went to the Arizona
Memorial was on Veterans Day a few years ago. That was when we discovered that
those who had served aboard the USS Arizona on that day and survived could have
their ashes interred within the superstructure of the monument or have them
scattered in the harbor. We also met four survivors of the December 7 attack.
We loved talking to them and asking questions.
On that trip, the idea of including
the interment of a survivor in one of our mysteries was born. However, it wasn’t
until our return trip last month that the urgency of writing that story became
apparent. The survivors are now in their late 80s and 90s. We lose more of them
each year. So our new book, Murder With Honor, will feature a
veteran who survived December 7th on the Arizona.
We’ve only written the first two
chapters, but we hope to finish sometime next year. We hope it is a fitting
tribute to those who survived on the ‘day which will live in infamy.’
I was a little girl on December 7 1941, and do remember the radio broadcast. Not vividly of course, but it changed out lives from that day on.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure the responses of the adults is unforgettable.
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