Good Morning Gentle Readers,
My dad was twelve when Pearl Harbor was attacked. He and the family gathered around the radio in the living room on McLean Avenue in St Paul, listening in awe and horror, as the Day of Infamy unfolded.
The USS West Virginia suffered extensive damage from the bombing at Pearl Harbor. 106 Sailors died in the attack, including her Captain. The ship was repaired and three years later took part in the last Battleship-to-Battleship battle ever fought, sinking the Yamashiro with a broad side from her radar guided 16 inch guns, thus avenging Pearl Harbor.
TWC has a Samurai sword, a Japanese officer's sword, and an Arisaka Type 38 carbine; all came home to the US as souvenirs after the Big War.
Almost cut my dang hand off with the Samurai sword, too. As I picked the dam thing up to show it to my friend Stevie Crown of the Dark Side, it tipped toward the floor and slid out of the scabbard (because the ancient locking mechanism doesn't work right).
I reflexively grabbed this HEAVY, STEEL, SHARP-EDGED, MOVING OBJECT with my bare hand. It was an instant in time where you realize immediately that you've miscalculated. My brain was on it: DON'T GRAB THAT! Too late because my automated reflex overrode the message...... Lisa said I had a big OH-Oh look on my face.