In memory,
a THREAD begins to reveal itself.
Ahead are endless, unplanned days.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
Category: Sad memories
Pearl Harbor…
Tenth Grade English Composition 1951 Mary Anne Whitchurch (Tuck) December 7, 1941 On a cold, grey morning when the fog had yet to rise; The seagulls made a flutter like a bird of paradise. The waves were as a rose vine coils in an arbor, Thus began the day Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor. The…… Continue reading Pearl Harbor…