Much like Nov. 22, 1963 and Sept. 11, 2001, Dec. 7, 1941 was one of those days. A tipping point in history.
Yes, a tipping point that altered the course of history — both on a macro scale in world events and on a micro scale in the personal lives of so many people.
It was a sunny Sunday afternoon in
My father turned to my mother and said, “I’m going to get drafted, so I might as well enlist.”
He tried, but he was turned down as a 4-F deferment because of a hernia.
He told my mother he was going to get drafted anyway. He did.
As a smart guy, he was assigned to Army Intelligence. Which, of course, is the classic oxymoron, so he was mistakenly put on a train and shipped to camps in
When the war ended, however, he retired from the Army.
He just wanted to go home.