This is the moment, captured on film, that stays with me:
I don't think people understand how small Pearl Harbor is. I have been to Ford Island many times and tied up on the ship I was detached on.
I have flown, been in that exact air space and orientation and forgot to take a picture. Idiot.
My Great Uncles were Navy Chiefs at the time, my mothers father, who owned an electrical repair shop in Oakland, became a Warrant Officer in the Navy and served throughout the Pacific. He was 41.
This is a cherished day for me: all four Quatro men served and all survived...every one of them funny and smart, tenacious with laughter and fight.
They are why I became a Navy pilot. Beautiful men.