Well before I was born, my grandfather and family were newly arrived in California, seeking work. He was a master carpenter, learning his trade in various places around the west. He managed to land a job at the US Naval Ship Yard at Mare Island, adjacent to Vallejo CA.
While grandmother prepared some food following returning home from church, he turned on his radio, and heard the news of the attack. My grandmother told me once that the next day an anti aircraft gun was set up behind their house, and fear was everywhere that some mystery planes would fly over the bay and bomb the shipyard, which had begun to specialize in building and servicing submarines.
SO, today I will not rant and rave, and realize how arrogant our society as become (where the word sacrifice applies to someone else, but certainly not ME?) and generally will try to reflect on the lessons I learned about the world listening to my grandparents when they were alive..
Self reliance, thrift, simplicity. I thought that's what everyone knew..until I grew up.
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