Today marks the 76th anniversary of the bombing of Pearl Harbor.
As I write these words, I am sitting in my comfortable office on my comfortable chair in comfortable American middle class and wonder what it would be like to have bombs suddenly dropped on this comfortable world of mine. What would it be like to see rows of coffins and lines of people to honor the fallen? What would it be like to live with the sheer horror of memory for years afterward? What would it be like to shake with fear at the Fourth of July fireworks while your friends are enjoying themselves? What would it have been like to be there?
Frankly, I don't want to know. I'd rather sit in my comfortable American middle class and stay away from that kind of sacrifice.
But for those of you who were there, thank you.