A Day Which Will Live In Infamy
– USAF, Reaching Globally, Reaching Powerfully: The United States Air Force in the Gulf War
Sixty-nine years ago this morning, the Japanese swooped down in perfect swarms of Zero fighters, onto Pearl harbor, the emperor’s image burning in their eyes, and erased more than 2,400 American lives. Much later, we, too, would surprise them with a Fat Man and Little Boy that saw to melting a few hundred thousand of their own. But not before countless legions of American boys were thrust into a war they HAD to win. Achieving and maintaining instant manhood was an inflexible prerequisite, and there was no room for discomfort or complaining. We weren’t senselessly getting carved to pieces in the steamy, viper-infested jungles of Vietnam, we weren’t pissing in the arid desert while searching aimlessly for non-existent weapons of mass destruction, and we certainly didn’t have stockpiles of laser-guided smart bombs to disintegrate the Japanese soldiers who burrowed like sake-soaked moles through the earth on Iwo Jima. Shit no. In Hirohito and Hitler, we were facing two extremely fucking evil forces who, separately yet together, believed themselves superior beings and therefore entitled to the world. Auschwitz and The Rape of Nanking – history – tells us what would have happened to our people, had America fallen. But we didn’t. We stepped up, manned up, hunted down, and fought off the amphetamine-injected, schnapps-numb, blitzkrieging Nazis, and, in the end, blasted those same kamikaze Zeros from the painfully blue skies over the deep, salty waters of the Pacific. We won.
Remember Pearl Harbor.