On December 7, 1941, it started for us.
McGee: "With every passing year it will seem more quaint, the little tin airplanes bombing the sleepy giants."
Not many months later, sergeants barely old enough to shave crept through the western Pacific island jungles. It was not quaint for them. It was ultimate struggle.
For personal survival. For revenge. And yes, for Mom and apple pie.
Fools are willing to forget these men and women. No one else.
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