December 7 1972, we were living in Honolulu, Hawaii. Wife and I lived in a townhouse overlooking Pearl Country Club golf course. Our town house was just a few yards up from the eleventh tee. This incredible postcard landscape scene sloped down to a wide panorama of velvet green grass and palm trees. Which then flowed into a broader view of the entire Pearl Harbor including Ford Island, many war ships at anchor, and the Arizona Memorial. Just a million dollar view as our condo owner proclaimed.
I was sitting outside on our town house Lanai on that infamous memorial date. From the lanai I was observing the fiery orange sun slowly dipping down from the sky. As the sun dipped into the blue Pacific Ocean then concurrently coming from the Arizona Memorial was the mournful sound of blowing Taps. Obviously a memorable moment for many as well for me. Such a sight to ponder and place into my memory for future retrospection. I’ll never forget that emotional moment.