Monday, February 19, 2018

All The Gallant Men


I've always enjoyed reading non-fiction more than fiction, if I'm not reading children's books.

I found this one.


It tells the story of a man who survived the bombing of the Arizona during the attack on Pearl Harbor.
. It tells his story, the attack, his recovery, his re-enlisting, a synopsis of the war in the Pacific, the atomic bombs, and his take on how the attack could have been prevented.  He’s 94 years old and the guy that wrote up his story did a really good job.  It’s a collaboration effort.
It tells an amazing story.
Lest we forget.


Here are some quotes:


"Don Stratton is one of the last of the greatest generation. Being around him and his wife was a gift, too. Not just the story.  Them.  It felt so good to be able to use my skills as a writer to serve such a man and to tell such a story.  In the process, I was touched by both, the story and the man. 
I am so grateful.  
When I asked what message he would like to leave behind, he said: 'That people would remember Pearl Harbor so that it would never happen again.'  I truly hope Don's story does that."

"We were so young, those of us who enlisted--eighteen, nineteen, twenty years old.  Too young to go through what we endured that day, I can tell you that.  If we were not quite men on December 6, by mid-morning of the 7th we were."

"This is my story. It is just one of the thousands from those who shared that fateful day.  And only on of hundreds of thousands from other sailors, soldiers, and airmen who joined the fight in the fateful days that followed.  But it was mine to live, ....  And now, I figure, it is time to tell it." 

"On the home front, a surge of patriotism filled the country with resolve.  By Sunday evening, after news of the attack was broadcast on radios across the country, phones rang off the hook at the various recruiting stations."

"We were sitting ducks.  Not just the Arizona, but every ship in the harbor.  And there was nothing we could do about it.  The dive bombers were too low for our guns, and, almost two miles above, the horizontal bombers were too high.  With few exceptions, our planes, which the Japanese strategically hit first, never got a chance to get off the ground.  We couldn't even make a run for it into open waters, because it took two and a half hours for the boilers of a battle ship to fire up." 


" 'In an hour,' someone commented, 'boys had become men and men heroes.' That was true not only of the sailors in the harbor but also of the men and women in the hospital.  There were heroics in that hospital that never made the headlines.  People there who would not have a monument erected in their honor.  Who never got a medal for their valor.  Or a promotion for their service.  They were wond of the most heroic people I have ever met.  And I don't even remember their names."

From President Roosevelt's Speech.

"The American people rose of teh occasion, ready to fight.  What Japan had done at Pearl Harbor was despicable in the eyes of every American.  The Japanese had violated every code of honor that had been ingrained in us since childhood.  Since my childhood, anyway.  You didn't sneak up on someone and hit him in the back of the head, without warming. ...and no self-respecting kid did it.  If you had a quarrel with someone, you squared off, the two of you and you diked it out.  You fought with your fists, and you fought fairly.  And you never kicked him while he was down either. You let him get up and defend hiself.  What Japa did in violating our code of honor riled an entire nation. "

In my opinion, war is not fair. Ever.

"In a desperate attempt to half another foreign invasion, they devised a modern version of the Divine Wind*--powered not by the gods of nature but by thousands of young Japanese zealots eager to sacrifice themselves for the emperor.  
The first successful kamikaze attack happened on October 25, 1944, at the battle of Leyte Gulf."

*Japan was saved twice from invasion by strong winds in the 13th Century

"In the sky, kamikaze pilots flew to their deaths as they ravaged the U.S. fleet.  On the land, Japanese soldiers fought to the death rather ran surrender."

"Controversy continues to surround our use of the atomic bomb on  Hiroshima and Nagasaki. For many it is an emotionally charged issue.  No on understands the rawness of those emotions more than the men and women who servied in World War II.  We saw so much.  There were things we didn't talk about when we came home. It was just too horrendous to go back to some of the places we had been.  For those of us who fought and suffered in the war and who saw the horrors of combat, the end of the war couldn't come soon enough."

"Here I should add a postscript for those who think less of America for resorting to such extreme measured.  Before releasing the bomb on Hiroshima, U.S. aircraft dropped leaflets that warmed of the bombing.  Five Million of them. They dropped them on Hiroshima, Nagasaki, and thirty-three other cities that were potential targets. The leaflet, printed in Japanese, is translated as follows:
Read this carefully as it may save you life of the life of a relative or friend. In the next few days, some or all of the cities...."   

"Even if you believe America shouldn't have used to atomic bomb on Japan, you should know that we tired nearly everything, short of an invasion, so we would not have to use it.  It was a reluctant last resort.
One more thing you should know...
None of us at Pearl Harbor got leaflets like that from the Japanese."

It also states in the book, and these statistics could be found elsewhere, of tremendous loss of life, some estimated millions, that would have been lost both of Allied and Japanese military and Japanese  civilians during an invasion. As stated earlier, the Japanese soldiers were prepared to fight to the death rather than surrender. 

"Before [General Douglas] MacArther formally accepted Japan's surrender, he made this statement; 'It is my earnest hope--indeed the hope of all mankind--that form this solemn occasion a better world shall emerge out of the blood and carnage of the past, a world founded upon faith and understanding, a world dedicated to the dignity of man and the fulfillment of his ost cherished wish for freedom, tolerance and justice."

There is no such thing as security for any nation--or any individual--in a world ruled by the principles of gangsterism.
There is no such things as impregnable defense against powerful aggressors who sneak up in the dark and strike without warning.  
We have learned that our ocean-girt hemisphere is not immune from severe attack--that we cannot measure our safety in terms of miles on any map anymore.
--President Franklin Roosevelt

"Admiral Husband E. Kimmel, commander in chief of the Pacific Fleet, and General Walter short, commanding general of the Hawaiian Department, were both found to be in 'dereliction of duty' and were promptly demoted to lesser ranks and retired.  
The buck didn't stop there. As it turned out, there was lots of blame to go around.  Each investigation shed a little more light on who was culpable, and gingers ahve been pointing every since."

"The great lesson we too often learn from history, however, is that we are so prone to forget the past.  And there is a price we pay for our forgetfulness.  
That is why Pearl Harbor matters. It reminds us how we too, are a target, how vulnerable we are, how it could happen again, at a moment when we least expect it."

"Brute force was the native tongue fo the Japanese military.  It was the language they used when they marched across China, when they attacked Pear Harbor without warning, when they overran the islands in the South Pacific."

"... at the Royal Hawaiian Hotel with other officers, enjoying the night's festivities, when the band played, 'The Star-Spangled Banner,' As everyone sand along, he later roucounted that he ahd a terrible urge to jump up and hsout, "Wake up, America!' 
'On December 6, no one on Oahu was more overconfident than the military, ' write historian Thurston Clarke, summarizing the attitude on the eve of December 7. Clarke quotes Richard Sutton, a young ensign attached to Admiral Claude Bloch: "We had the supreme overconfidence a great athlete has who ahs never been beaten--we all thought we were invincible."

"Have some been healed? Yes, Year by merciful, year.  But all? No.  And that is true for so manuy who have survived trauma, not just those who have survived the horror of war."   

Perhaps this is the most important. 

"When I go back to the memorial, I visit to pay my respects. I  have no animosity for the Japanese people.  The Japanese military, well, that's another thing."


Monday, February 12, 2018

Just a Little Bit Busy

 Sickness abounds this winter. The boys have all missed a few days of school the last of January and first of February culminating in the Friday of the week when I was called in to get Christian from Pre-K mid morning and then later to get Zane who was coughing his head off and had a fever.  When I arrived at the school there was Barry, too.  He was still coughing, but no fever.  With the scare we are all having with Influenza A, it's no wonder they wanted to get rid of them. 
Jim was sick the weekend before and I was right there in the middle of the three boys.  I just kept on keeping on like moms (and grammas) do when they are sick and have kids to look after. I went to bed right after supper a couple of nights. 

This is what I wrote that week in my family letters:
"My mouse (computer-wise) has died. Again.  Either that or the three batteries I scavenged from  Lorene’s junk drawer have also died, which I doubt.  I can’t play my games without my mouse.  Well, I can, but it takes a long time and now I will have to buy a new one. Again.  I don’t know how many I’ve purchased in the last year.  I think, however one of the ones I tossed shouldn’t have been.  When I figured out it likely was a battery problem, it was out in the trash.  There is a limit on how much dumpster diving I will do, and a mouse isn’t it. 
We’ve had a couple days with 40 degree highs, but with the nights still plunging down to the teens, our snow isn’t melting very quickly.  there is an enormous pile in the lot next to Lorene’s and Zane spends most of his after school time over there.  Tomorrow the high is supposed to be about 19.  I read an article in the paper with (I think) Nebraska’s main weather expert, that Nebraska can’t lay claim to a climate, being hemmed in by cold to the north and heat to the south.  We have such a variation of snowfall, rainfall, heat, cold, drought—sometimes all in one day—that about the only thing to expect is change."


After this was all written and I fretted and stewed for over a day about this mouse situation, it occurred to me that I should put the little thingy that goes into the USB port into another one, since that worked another time.  I reached for it....GONE!!! After turning my bag upside down, searching in all the corners, I called Lorene, "oh, we have it here," she says nonchalantly. She could have told me!!  Of course, she knew nothing of my panicked search.

At the end of all the sickness hullabaloo, Barry was the only one able to wrestle in their first tournament.  

3rd Place!!




The next week the boys were out of school for two days due to Parent Teacher Conferences so I thought one day we should roll out cookie dough and make a huge mess cutting them out, frosting them and applying sprinkles.  
So, we did.  Unfortunately, we couldn't find the rolling pin.
 (Later, when we asked Lorene where she kept it, she had no idea where it was.) 
Thus, we just smashed the dough flat with our hands and proceeded to make thicker than usual cookies and decided we liked them better that way anyway.   
They went a bit overboard on the candy pearls.





The next day, Jim took pity on me and came with me.  He played Monopoly all morning with Zane and since Zane ended up with Park Place and Boardwalk and whatever the green properties are on the same side, he won, after much wrangling on both sides, and a little grace given by Papa early on in the game.  


After lunch, Barry and Papa did the dishes and we packed up to spend the rest of the afternoon at the Children's museum.






Barry was tidying up the store.



Christian laid carpet in the building zone.







All was well and good until Mom comes to pick up the boys and we've lost Zane.  I walked around once, Jim walked around twice. Lorene walked once, no Zane.  (This is not a big place.)
Lorene and Jim walked again around, in opposite directions and this time she heard his voice.  He was in an enormous box of those colorful building blocks that some kid's Dad built.  I saw two kids in there when I went by, but just assumed the dad has two kids.  Zane says he called, but it is no surprise I didn't hear him.  
As we headed out the door Barry shrieked that his hat was missing.  He took in there a John Deere ball cap and during the time we were there, I had it, Jim had it, and at the last Barry had it on his head.  Then we forgot all about it.  After reporting the loss to the staff, I started off to take a look around.  The young woman I spoke to soon was chasing after me saying, "I know where it will be!" This was the end of the day and they were tidying up.  Sure enough, there it was in the dress-up clothes in the farm area.  So, Barry went home happy.  We went home tired. 


I finished that week by doing my grocery shopping booted, hatted, coated, scarfed and mittened in zero degree weather.
Then, I decided to make tomato soup from the frozen tomatoes and got 21 pints. I rashly decided to 

make the last six gallons of frozen tomatoes in the freezer into juice in the middle of the afternoon and got 11 quarts of juice that I finished at 8:30 pm.

I attempted to make Swiss cheese and mushroom burgers for lunch but my cheese sauce was a bust.
I don't know if I needed to use the whole block of cheese or if the cheese didn't have enough "Swiss " taste. I used the leftovers, which was really just white sauce with the cheese in it to make an egg casserole we love.  I sauté onions and mushrooms with ham or sausage, when the eggs are barely done, mix them with the cheese gravy and bake.  I use 9 eggs and we have three breakfast's worth.  After it sits in the fridge overnight I need to stick it in the oven as soon as I hop out of bed to get a half hour of cooking time.

Jim has finished his deer blind and got it out of the shop.  That gives him more room to move around in there.  He also dismantled half of his painting/sand blasting booth since he's done painting the frame of the "B". Now it's back to sandblasting and painting parts.  His dad added an hour
meter into the dash and Jim took it to a jeweler to see if he could fix it. He said he could try, for $300 and then no guarantees.  So, after paying the $10 fee to get the glass off, Jim decided that he would put it back in unworkable, or...do some more research among people who repair old John Deere tractors.

I finally quit coughing my lungs up, so Lynette felt safe to come to our house for a meal, although my voice is still iffy so I made lunch, not dinner,  (I have been totally corrupted by the current generation, unwillingly, I might add.) for Lynette and Anthony.  As I was making Sour Cream Enchiladas, I noticed I forgot to buy the green chilies for the sauce. The problem was forgetting to put them on the list and when in the grocery store thinking of meatloaf rather than enchiladas.  So, we had green bean casserole (still thinking meatloaf) and chili-less sauce and strawberry/banana salad because I forgot to put lettuce on the list.  I made a bean enchilada for me and I didn't have to adjust the sauce.  For dessert we had marble cake with chocolate frosting.  I was in the store and the mix jumped in my cart.  It brought back some lovely memories and we haven't had cake forever.



Last week I made a blueberry pudding.  That's what the recipe said, but it was really blueberry cobbler and Jim and I ate it all ourselves. 
Blueberries were on sale this week, so I bought some more, to make another.

I also made hamburger buns, and a few dinner rolls on Saturday.  With the rest of the dough I made raisin cinnamon bread and we ate the whole loaf over the weekend.  YUM!




Thursday, February 1, 2018

Eggs-zactly!

Photography in the hands of anyone under 10 is suspect at best.  I've been going through my photos this morning and deleting all the fuzzy ones, the twenty of stuffed animals, the ones of the floor, the ones of kid's nostrils and especially the ones of me.  I do not look well in the four or five layers of clothing I wear at Lorene's or taken unawares.

This one, which was taken by Zane with my approval is the best one showing the stair steps of size going on with this bunch.  There was a better one of me, but Christian's head wasn't there. 


Our chickens are laying again because we've had a few nice days.  Our Americana hen is doing her job and producing green eggs.  
And what we do with eggs; green or brown or white, is make egg sandwiches with cheese. 







Yum!


I love the way kid's minds work.  This is a portrait of Gramma.  
I'm wearing a long two-color dress and have long hair.