Let us remember a black day in American history:
Jim Morgan was sleeping a little late on the morning of Dec. 7, 1941.
His mother, Beryl, had tried to wake him up at about 7:30, but the 9-year-old, whose family lived at the Navy base at Pearl Harbor, didn’t stir until she came back about 25 minutes later.
He got up just in time to witness history out his bedroom window.
“I said, ‘Look, Ma! There’s a fire at the submarine base.’ ”
At that same moment, Russell Meyne was sitting down to a plate of pancakes, bacon and eggs in the mess hall at Pearl Harbor’s Hickam Air Base, 2 miles away. He was hoping to revitalize himself after a night of drinking beer with his buddies, celebrating their selection to a group that would be heading to the mainland for flight training.
Suddenly, everything changed.
“The table almost bounced up and down, and all the pots and pans in the kitchen started falling on the floor,” said Meyne, an Army private at the time, now 91 and treasurer of the South Carolina branch of the Pearl Harbor Survivors Association.
“Then the bombing got really exciting.”
To those survivors still with us: You are not forgotten around my home.