Yes, I sure did.
My parents were kids living in different parts of Honolulu on December 7, 1941. My dad believes he saw Japanese airplanes overhead, and an unexploded anti-aircraft shell landed next to his house. My 11-year-old dad ran to the fire station to tell someone; the military came to dig it up and take it away a few days later.
Even more memorably, a defective anti-aircraft shell destroyed the building kitty-corner to my mom's house, killing the woman inside. My mom, just a little girl at the time, remembers seeing a legless woman being removed from the wreckage.
Then, my grandfather (the whole family is Japanese-American) was taken away by the FBI and interrogated before being released. My father, the eldest son, was taken aside by my grandpa and given his wallet and keys, in case he did not return. "Take care of mama," he told his shaken son. During his interrogation, he was spotted by a friendly officer who regularly brought his car to my grandpa's garage for service, and was released. He was home in time for dinner.
My mom's parents were visited by the authorities as well. While their Japanese-American neighbors were burning or burying their Japanese books, clothing, religious materials, etc., my maternal grandfather proudly said he had nothing to hide, nothing to be ashamed of. When the FBI came to his door, he showed them around, pointed out his Buddhist ancestral shrine, and answered all their questions. He said they were respectful and reasonable, confiscating a couple of things (they were never returned), but otherwise leaving them alone without any harassment or intimidation.
Authorities in Hawaii were much more reasonable than the ones on the mainland, apparently. A large percentage of the population there was Japanese-American, so everyone knew and associated with Japanese folks. Familiarity, rather than breeding contempt, brought a high degree of trust and restraint.
Lastly, accompanying my father, a Korean War army veteran, to the Arizona Memorial, was one of the last things he and I did together before his passing. He was wheelchair-bound at the time, but he proudly wore an American flag pin and we drove there in his car bearing a Purple Heart "Combat Wounded" license plate the state had made available to vets who had Purple Heart medals.
Yes, my family will always remember December 7th.
2007-12-07 18:06:00
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answered by mistersato 5
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not suprised that message might come from Detroit, although, lots of the Toyotas and Hondas in this u . s . a . are made here as much as steer sparkling of, Ford and Chevrolet. in case you have been to be sure the section content on the window sticky label, lots of the automobiles synthetic in this u . s . a . have everywhere from 15 to 40% of the climate coming from foreign places. purely distinction with a "eastern" motor vehicle and the Detroit based companies, the huge 3 are all UAW built.
2016-12-10 16:06:36
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answered by angele 4
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Of course.
I'm a military brat and I never forget it. Also, having been to the Arizona Memorial, that touched me in a way I could never describe.
EMT
2007-12-07 15:41:23
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answered by emt_me911 7
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Sorry I am in Australia and have never heard of Pearl Harbour day .
If it is a day to remember your fallen sailors .
May I say we all miss them even us who are in other countries but consider you our brothers.
What hurts you hurts us.
May they rest in peace and we never forget them.
2007-12-07 15:44:02
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answered by 1 of a great crowd 4
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