They are nearly gone, the brave men and women of our armed forces who endured that terrible attack on our naval installation at Pearl Harbor in the Hawaiian Islands on Sunday the 7th of December 1941. A few survivors still attend the annual memorial ceremony on the exposed bridge of the sunken battleship Arizona, but it won’t be very long before they are all gone–as will be the case with all of those who served in the Second World War. My family members who served during that war are gone now, except for my uncle, Sam Sadie, United States Marine Corps 1943 -1946. My uncle Sam will celebrate his100th birthday two weeks from today, on 22 December. He’s a little frail now, needs help most of the day, but his mind is sound. He loves his favorite baseball team, the New York Yankees, watches as many games as he can, and still makes wisecracks when something clever strikes him. And uncle Sam remembers December 7, 1941. He remembers Pearl Harbor.