Another year, another anniversary of the Day of Infamy. It’s been an unusually uncommemorative one for me. I don’t even have that crappy Ben Affleck movie at hand to memorialize the day. So I remember in relative silence.
And yesterday attended the Antietam Illumination. 23,110 candles placed all over the northern section of the Antietam battlefield from the Sunken Road to the North Woods. It was a good time for it. I could remember the 2,896 casualties at Pearl and the 23,110 casualties on the fields of Sharpsburg and the one Antietam casualty who happily lived just long enough to start the line of descendants that ends with me.
It was a good Pearl Harbor Day weekend.