All of that being said, I an thankful for men like Plumley, my dad, and all those who gave me what I have today.
My dad was on the U.S.S. Arizona when it was bombed on that fateful day. (one of about 80 actual survivors)
He joined with 19 other men (friends) from a small town
in Alabama ,they all perished.
He seldom spoke to anyone about this event.
A history professor convinced him to do a oral history.
He was talking of emotions after the attack . He told how a
country boy drove a tractor to clear the airport after the attack.The interviewer kept pushing as to who was in charge.
He told the interviewer that a person did whatever they were big enough to do. He refused to talk to the person who wrote the story that was turned into a movie about the attack.
That was some generation .
He was there at the start (Dec7,1941) and was also there for Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
They were the ultimate team players.