Drew Fritz
Pearl Harbor Remembrance Day

By Drew Fritz

I hadn’t planned to spend hours poring over mostly forgotten bits of history in my father’s old dust-covered foot locker tucked away and almost lost in the tobacco barn that lazy summer afternoon, but that’s exactly what happened.
My father was a changed man when he returned home from Pearl Harbor two years after the bombs began to fall on that hellish Sunday morning. He was never the timid type, but now he was downright fearless.