11 thoughts on “remembering…

    • My mother was pregnant with me the day this occurred, I was born several months later. We lived on the east coast and my father worked at a shipyard that built war ships. I remember blackout curtains and Oleo margarine. The margarine came almost white in color, with a little packet of yellow coloring that had to be mixed in to make it look buttery. Sometimes Mom would let me mix in the coloring. And I remember the ration books…after the war they were given to me to play with.

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  1. The insanities of war are still staggering, I don’t think these incidents will ever be forgotten, much less the heroic actions by those brave souls who did their duty.

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