Pearl Harbor: The Tale of the Sundays

By Wallace Henley , Special to CP

December 7, 2012|8:39 am

The date President Franklin D. Roosevelt said "will live in infamy" was a Sunday, December 7, 1941.

Captain Mitsuo Fuchida and his Japanese fighters came roaring out of the Pacific vastness at 7:48 that Sunday morning, heading for the American naval base at Pearl Harbor. Like a squadron of giant hornets, they stung a hefty portion of the American Pacific fleet with destruction and death, then winged off into the sunrise.

I was born December 5, 1941, just two days before Fuchida's blast through Pearl Harbor. I came within 48 hours of having to hear my birthday solemnly dubbed for the rest of my life as a "day of infamy."

15 Things God Won't Ask

Read this and then reflect on it. It's not the material things that matter...

God won't ask what kind of car you drove, but will ask how many people you drove who didn't have transportation.


God won't ask the square footage of your house, but will ask how many people you welcomed into your home.


God won't ask about the fancy clothes you had in your closet, but will ask how many of those clothes helped the needy.


God won't ask about your social status, but will ask what kind of class you displayed.


God won't ask how many material possessions you had, but will ask if they dictated your life.