I also was disappointed in the absence of recognition of the sugnifiance yesterday of December 7. I guess it's just a matter of the passing of those who were affected, either directly, or indirectly, by the event.
My folks (dad) moved to Hickam AAF in ’47, of course dragging my sister and I along. He flew the B-17 rescue flights. I believe the H model, with the Mahogany life boat strapped under the belly. I still have stark memories of the destruction that was still evident, and going over to Pearl to see the sunken ships.
I started school over there, AND also have some stark memories of getting some swimming lessons from Ester Williams in the new Hickham elevated pool.