Monday, December 9, 2013
When history become real
We had a wonderful man in our church who passed away two years ago. Kind, loving, servant. He asked me to remember his high school friend the last time I went to the Arizona Memorial in Honolulu. They were in the Saxaphone line of his high school band.
He had played in the band the night before the Pearl Harbor attack and was one of those entombed in their bunks when the Arizona took a direct hit.
There is young fresh faced Bill and there is his friend who died at 19 while Bill lived well into his 80s. You never forget moments like that when you see the wall of names and find the young man there enshrined.