Dad was a Pearl Harbor Survivor. On the USS California, flagship for CINCPAC. He was 'volunteered' to be on the Admiral's staff because he was the only man in the room at the time who knew shorthand. He enlisted at 17 to get off of the farm in Indiana.
So after they mended and limped out of the harbor, the California stayed clear of most of the fray. So Dad was somewhat lucky in that. He was also a survivor of, what was to that day and long after, the worst Naval Maritime disaster. The disaster at Point Honda off the Ca coast in 1923. He was 18 years old then. Dad was a career Navy Man. He never did learn to swim, however, in all of his life!
Dad also didn't talk of the war. But the loved to tell stories about the mishaps, comraderie, girl in every port Navy stuff. And he was a masterful story teller. He died on his 95th birthday. I love you, Dad. Thank you.
And thank you to all who have served.