I have found that "family" around you is a product of twists of fate, world events and personal decisions made long ago. Anguish, happiness, despair and harmony. The effect of war on families and the resulting peace from the untold sacrifices made by the Greatest Generation.
While I am not a writer, I hope to be able to bring to light the spontaneity of life. As I wish to be historically accurate, some quotes will be as I heard them...but there was no malice coming from those that spoke those words. They were reliving the past horrors of war - a war that you nor I fought in. They did.
Several years ago, a certain “group” of people – comprised of citizens and non-citizens – screamed bloody murder when a PRIVATELY owned business declined selling their pastry to a gay couple.
Today, the same group of people are screaming for JOY when a PRIVATELY owned business told our Press Secretary they would not serve her and her party… not because of race, religion or sexual preference. Just “because”.
Believably, these people who are cheering the restaurant’s choice say, “They have the right to refuse service to anyone they choose,” just like the pastry shop.
I am abhorred.
I write this not to change your mind if you are part of this hating group; rather, to let others not of this group know there are others who feel disgusted this hypocrisy is raging – just based on unfounded hatred.
The Press Secretary is a hard working mother and wife as shown in their picture above (taken by Sarah Sanders)…and in a power position. Is this not what Liberals are preaching?
I cannot imagine the stress she is under just being wife and mother.
These Marines were fortunate to have mail call out in the Pacific during WWII. A package from home – with new socks perhaps being the ultimate gift – provided huge emotional uplifts.
During WWII, receiving a package from home was the ultimate morale booster for our boys in uniform. These packages brought tremendous joy to the men, especially when they were near or at the front, subjected to the brutality and extremes of environments.
Upon experiencing the joy of receiving a parcel, very little could surpass finding the lingering scent of their girl’s perfume on a knitted muffler; candy and gum ranked up there, too. Socks were also in high demand as socks wore out much more quickly than sweaters or mufflers and dry socks were essential necessities to ward off trench foot. Indeed, trench foot¹ and frostbite took their toll on our boys in battle more than being wounded…
…but Dad passed away quietly at 99 years of age on Good Friday, March 30, 2018 in Los Angeles, CA – at the same facility where his older sister, my Aunt Shizue, passed away just a few years earlier at 95.
Just an eulogy in photographs of Dad:
And my last video of Dad:
Dad, I wish I were a much better son… but I know you are joyfully back playing “oninga” or jump-frog in front of your Hiroshima home with your favorite brother Suetaro. I hope you have all the odango you can eat now. You will be forever young.
At 99 years of age, Dad quietly passed away yesterday – Good Friday.
While of course sad, I am happy he had a full life as he loved to eat; that was what he loved to do in his last days. He passed away contently, just about half an hour after he had a good lunch. We took him his favorite Japanese sweets – odango – just a few weeks ago and for that, we are happy.
Short Stories about World War II. One war. Two Countries. One Family