december 7 1941
There are many sides in a war -- and many stories to tell. From the French countryside to Leningrad, from Tokyo to the home front, these novels provide a kaleidoscopic view of World War II.
A clue at the wreck site suggests a pilot may have gone down with the plane.
It is both fascinating and disturbing to gain a peek back in time, with the grand benefit of history and hindsight, and the wonder of it all. Unfortunately -- unforgivably -- and despite great strides across the land and around the world, anti-Semitism continues to rear its ugly head to this day.
We tend to think of Hawaii as an enlightened, multicultural place where being Asian is a badge of the majority. But this episode educates us to the fact that under the pressure of fear and wartime panic, even a paradise like Hawaii can revert to binary tribal lines.
When dawn broke over the Island of Oahu, in Hawaii, on a typically peaceful Sunday morning, December 7, 1941, America was a country at peace with the world, and at peace with itself.
On the 70th anniversary of Pearl Harbor, I have a nagging thought that while dates with infamy are tattooed to the soul of the generation which experiences them, they lose their sacredness with each new generation.