To remember the Seventh of December

Today is a fading day.  A day that was forever to live in infamy.  But with each passing year, as is the case with all things, the memories fade.  Even as early as my high school days, the memories were fading.  Though our youth might still be stirred into a certain ferver if the moment was right.  In one of my high school classes, our teacher showed the movie Tora! Tora! Tora!   Now, most of the kids were less than enthused through most of it, but once the attack begins, they became mesmerized.  At one point, when one of the American gun crews shoots down a Japanese plane, the class actually cheered!  Wow.  It seems like so long ago.  So long ago from the day my third boy came home from his elementary American History class and asked, as only a child can, if "America was ever a good country?'.  

Still, I'd like to think, though all civilizations must fail, ours won't on our watch, and it won't be our immediate posterity who must pay the terrible price of our folly and arrogance.  And likewise, that those who died to keep us free didn't die in vain.