Pearl Harbor Day, and Why I HATE Donald Trump

I have a personal tradition every 7th of December, where I write Dad’s Pearl Harbor story from memory. So each time I write it up from scratch, no 2 versions are the same.

This year I’m gonna change that up. The DAMNED TRAMP doesn’t do a thing but try to divide Americans by race, religion, region, social status, or anything else he can think of trying.

Well this year I’m gonna fight those stereotypes. Here goes.

Dad joined the army before Pearl Harbor. He was raised in southwestern Oklahoma, very near to the location of Fort Sill. The Army’s Artillery training and school is located at Fort Sill

And he said that was the reason he joined the Artillery -- he wanted to get stationed close to home.

Oh, before I go further, there was a small German immigrant settlement near his home made up of Russian/German/American settlers. I remember mama mentioning that their school teacher let their kids talk one day, and she said they used a different alphabet. I also

remember being told that the younger kids spoke English, their parents spoke English and German, and the grandparents spoke no English. So, it came to be the grandparents and

grandchildren couldn’t understand each other.

Now when my parents spoke to one another, they often would tell the same stories over and over. I knew what they’d say next. At this point Dad would break in. He had a little

story to tell about those “foreigners”. They lived on a farm, and so did everyone they knew, back then. He’d mention one of those Old Germans walked up to him one day and

according to Dad, “just started talking gibberish”. Dad was a small child at the time, and he said it scared him so much he just took off running to get away from the old man. Well

mama has a lot of German blood in her, so his fear of that nationality wasn’t a life-long disease, despite coming events. Below is a photo of my parents. Dad 1915-1992 and mama 1915-2002,

Dad grew up, and as I said earlier, joined the Army’s Field Artillery. Speaking of “funny accents” he had another tale. In the army, you met people from over the country. Dad was

raised in as I said, southwestern Oklahoma, near the Texas border. My DNA test came back mostly Caucasian, but with both Native and African American DNA present as well. Since

mama was 100 % Caucasian, this tri-racial component was all on Dad’s side. They were married 49 years when Dad passed away, so Dad’s mixed-racial status didn’t bother them. I’ve heard mixed-breed dogs hve fewer problems with genetic diseases full blood breeds contract, so maybe the same is true of people.

I keep getting tripped off. Where was I? Oh yes. In the army . . . One story he told was the first time he met this guy with a funny accent. He said he thought maybe a foreigner had joined the Army. Maybe an immigrant. He asked the guy where he was from. He said the response was, “Pennsylvania”. America surely is a diverse country!

But there was one guy Dad met who REALLY was strange! They got off on the wrong foot from the start – a Texan! He was from San Antonio. Once he realized Dad was an Oklahoman

and Dad knew Thompson (that’s what dad called him) was a Texan, they immediately hated each other. Trash talk isn’t new thing. Now his generation were ALL tough – they had to be for the trials they were about to face. They didn’t ask nor give a quarter. I never saw that part of dad though – he was the gentlest, kindest, most honest man I ever met. Anyhow, Dad said

they got into a fist fight. Well, that whole bunch of men were shipped off to Schofield Barracks located on Oahu, Hawaii -- then a territory but today our 50th state.

And the Army in Hawaii was different than it was at Fort Sill. Those guys t Schofield Barracks couldn’t tell the difference between an Oklahoma with a slightly dark mixed-blood complexion and a White Texan! To the other guys, BOTH Dad and Thompson were just a couple of country hicks. To Thompson, he was from “the big city” – San Antonio is huge! And Dad was just an “Okie” – in those days to be called “an Okie” was a BIG insult.

So it came to pass Dad and Thompson eventually served their entire time of Service I the Army together, from the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor to VE Day – that’s what I said, VE Day – Victory in EUROPE Day. How’d they end up in Europe – that’s another story. But suffice it to say they were friends even after the war ended.

Well, there is a moral to this story, and that is THE DAMNED TRAMP IS AN IDIOT! He should be trying to unite is, to help us find common ground. Instead he seeks to divide us – and for that. That fat little bastard -- Donald trump – who has never worked day in his entire life -- should be strung up, tarred and feathered, and ridden out of town on a pole.