I finally had the chance to go to Pearl Harbor for the first time in January 2004. It was a 3 week work related trip in Honolulu but the first weekend we were there my Warrant Officer and I went to Pearl to the USS Arizona Memorial.
As many times as I've seen documentaries, read books, and watched movies about Pearl Harbor, to actually stand there over top the Arizona and look around I could picture in my mind what it looked like in 1941.
Knowing that under the water where I was standing were the remains of almost 1200 sailors that lost their lives right there was very sobering to say the least. To this day the ship still bleeds oil into the water from the attack.
I'm thankfull that CWO4 Mordica was with me on that day. I've known him a long time from several different commands we have been stationed together at, and he shares my passion for history. He also shares with me a deep understanding of Naval tradition and honor that only those who have served together during hardship and combat can relate too.
We agreed before we even went out there to take our dress uniforms along for that trip so that we could show proper respect to the fallen. We were both surprised that when we were saluting the wall with the list of the dead from the Arizona an ederly gentleman walked up and stood beside us rendering honors as well.
After we had paid our resects we got to talking with this man and as it turns out he was a survivor off the USS Oklahoma who now lives near Pearl. We spent quite a bit of time talking with him and listened to his accounts from that day. Frank was a hell of a story teller and I was glad to have met him in such a way as I did.
I found out several months after that trip that Frank had passed away from a stroke in Febuary of 2004. Just weeks after we had left to come back home. He was an amazing man, just like all the other men and women that served during WWII.
So on this day to Frank and all the men and women of that generation who worked in the factories, fought in combat, bought war bonds, flew as ferry pilots, hauled the cargo by truck, rail, ship, and plane, and most of all to those that gave their lives fighting for freedom. There is no Thank You big enough.