Before my time but I still have utmost respect for the Greatest Generation and how they impacted this country and the world. Latest stats I found showed that less than 1% are still alive.

Truly the greatest generation.

Without a doubt

My VFW post for a while had a few WWII members, sadly they are all gone now. A lot of history gets buried with them unfortunately

Every year I tell the story of how in 2016 I got to be apart of a small group of sailors who met the last 4 surviving members of the Arizona. The next day there was an internment for the 5th surviving members who had passed.

They all said when they died they wouldn’t be buried with family, but instead with their “brothers” in the Arizona.

The four men thought we were so amazing in our whites (no blues in Hawaii). They wouldn’t accept that we considered them the greatest men to have lived.

I met 2 MoH winners that day, both from Vietnam. What a humbling day. Amazing men, and women, indeed

Not to take away anything from later veterans, but I too have the utmost respect for the greatest generation.

My father was in WWII. He never really spoke of it to me or my brother - only two fairly mild recollections.

I can only imagine what he went through after my mother told me that even into the 1950's he would wake up fairly often in the middle of the night screaming.

You would never know it. He dealt with it. Unbelievable strength.
He was a good man, very good at what he did and was a great father to me.

For Japan, the attack was a tactical victory but a strategic blunder - big time.

A friend and I went to the range this morning, and he pointed out that it was a good day to ponder where the US is now in our readiness, not to mention willingness to respond to another Asian country that intends to take over half—if not all—of the world, and which is already attacking us by means only slightly more subtle than torpedoing our battleships.

My mom’s uncle lived with my grandparents for about the last ten years of his life. He was Navy and he was at Pearl Harbor. He went to every annual remembrance/reunion in Hawaii until shortly before he died, when there were not many of them left. I was lucky enough to hear the stories first hand. He was a tough old SOB.

In April of 1943, we obtained the ultimate payback for the Pearl Harbor attack. A flight of P-38s shot down the main architect of the attack: Admiral Isoruku Yamamoto.

My father was a WWII veteran - he passed earlier this year at 105. I haven't really talked about it much here yet. Dad drove until he was 101! He had to get to bowling. I was able to drive him to bowling for a bit after the pandemic until he decided to stop. His bowling friends had me bring him over the last two years to celebrate his birthday. He was born just a few days after WWI ended. He was a gunner on a B-24 over Europe during April to September of 1944. He was asked to re-enlist during Korea, then retired during Vietnam (in 1968).

I went to the 8th Air Force Historical Society reunion in September to participate in a candle lighting ceremony in honor of those who have passed, and in honor of his service. According to the records his Bomber Group has, he was the last known WWII survivor of that group. There were 4 WWII veterans at the reunion from other groups - all younger than him.

My Dad was 18 when he arrived in England . That was December of 1944 . That was 80 yrs ago . In a few more years all of them will be gone .

I wore my USS Arizona hat today. I bought it at Pearl in 2020.

For those interested I've been, and can recommend, watching the Unauthorized History of the Pacific War

https://www.youtube.com/watch?...gJlpFsCeek76&index=1

I'll join in. My dad was a deck officer on a battleship in the Pacific, I cannot remember the name right now, but he was stationed on her for over a year. He also never talked about the war, and I mean never. Oh, he would answer any questions I had but that was it. He was my best friend pretty much throughout my life. Here is a pic when he graduated from Annapolis.



Here is with my wife when we made our last visit with him in Florida. He died two weeks later. He was 87.

Truly the greatest generation...Both of my grandfathers served in the army. My paternal grandfather in France, Belguim, and German while my maternal grandfather was in the Phillipines and a couple other Pacific theatre islands. Both didnt talk about it much, if at all, but would indulge on some of their good times while in the sh(t.

According to my grandmothers they both went without hesitation and said they would do it again. For the most part, this mantra and patriotism is lost on the latest generations.

There is no way we can repay what they sacrificed especially to those who didnt come home. The best we can do is remember them and continue to stand for what they sacrificed for.

Many thanks to all those who gave it all.

My dad was there during the bombing. USMC stationed with the Nevada. He died in 1983.

My late uncle Steve was in the Coast Guard when Dec. 7 happened. He was switched to the Navy and was tasked with setting up small transmitting towers on a series of small Pacific islands. He and one other sailor would land on an island with the Marines going in first to secure it for them. Then a few days later the ship would pick them up and head to the next island. At the time he wasn't told the reason for all of the towers, but later learned they were used to guide the Enola Gay to its target.
He passed away a year and a half ago at 109. He truly was in the greatest generation.

Rest in peace, 'Unca Teebe'.

My dad joined the Marines right after Pearl, landed on Guadalcanal and a couple other lesser lights. One of my mother's brothers. flew b-17s in the Pacific, her other brother flew b-29s over Japan in the last days of the war and was shot down and lost in March, '45. My wife's father was on the Enterprise at Okinawa and survived the air attacks that disabled her for a bit.



Greatest Generation indeed.

My father was in the 12th Armored Division. His famous battle was the Colmar Pocket where Audi Murphy gained fame. He only spoke of it once or twice. My uncle told my oldest brother he saw some nasty shit.
He was a good father but rarely showed emotion, except for his corny jokes. Passed a few years ago at 100.
I did buy Tom Brokaw's book, Yep, Greatest, especially compared to todays alphabet gen whatever.