I remember Pearl Harbor very well. I was a starry eyed sixteen- my big brother and protector was there.
We'd spent most of that Sunday getting our young stock to the barn. It was a cold and snowy day and pretty miserable. I was first to the house to turn on the radio as the announcer was saying the Oklahoma had been hit. I always remember the tear on my parents faces. I'd never seen my parents cry before. Of course I just convinced myself that one day Lyal would show up. He'd never let me down so I guess by the time I'd convinced myself that he wasn't coming home, the hurt was not quite so bad.