As every World War II remembrance does, the 75th anniversary of Pearl Harbor made me think of my father. He was thirty-one years old on Dec. 7, 1941, married, no children, a salesman in Cleveland, Ohio. I never asked him … Continue reading
As every World War II remembrance does, the 75th anniversary of Pearl Harbor made me think of my father. He was thirty-one years old on Dec. 7, 1941, married, no children, a salesman in Cleveland, Ohio. I never asked him … Continue reading