The missus’ Uncle Harry was there. The Japanese were strafing the airfield, and Harry dived under the heaviest piece of equipment he could find. He found out later that it was an ammo truck.
Harry survived the attack. Many did not.
That’s a scan of my late Dad’s rubber stamp. He used on all his snail-mail correspondence.
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My dad (also named Harry) was at Hickam Airfield on the 7th. He never really talked about it. Weeks later he was the radio operator that received the message of surrender from Corregidor.
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Randy– True warriors don’t speak of their deeds until someone pulls it out of them. False warriors are easy to spot since they brag and like to talk about stuff that never happened,
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