Sunday, February 17, 2008
Journey to the Harbor
We rode out to the Pearl Harbor Memorial and back today. We were not excited about trying to find a place to check the car seat at the park, and so decided to try the bus. We woke too late and took too long to get there.* As a result, we missed the boat trip out to the Arizona. But we saw the museum. And we saw the memorial to the people who died on the ships that day in the harbor.
One of those people was my grandfather's brother, Seaman First Class George Coke. He died on the USS Oklahoma three years before my father was born. We traveled today to honor my Great Uncle and his sacrifice for our country. Seeing his name amongst all the others was sobering and sad. It reminded me of all of the great tragedies in history which seem so senseless and evil. In a way, this is my family's personal tragedy, as a whole branch of our tree was wiped out with one attack.
Peace. We should all be fighting for Peace.
*For the record, it takes one hour and five minutes each way on the bus from Waikiki to the memorial. But it only cost US$8 for all of us, round trip. Chris hates the bus. Tomorrow it is taxis again. Or perhaps we should break down and rent a car? Blargh. No, too much responsibility.