"...flyin' that low gives the brass a hemmorage, ya know, and these planes were comin' in like they were tryin' to hug the water. So I'm standing there laughing like hell because anything that makes the brass sweat bullets is funny, and the sons a bitches start shootin' at us fer chrissake. My cousin Tommy starts yellin, 'they're Japs, they're Japs,' and I thought he was off his rocker... "
Uncle Ricky describing the day that will live in infamy. December 9, 1941.
"We lost a lot of good boys that day. Never knew what hit 'em."
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