GREAT discussion point!!
My Aunt Mary died last summer at the age of 96. She was a registered nurse who was working in Washington in December of '41. I took her out to lunch one time and she told me how on her walk to mass every week, she would pass by the Japanese Embassy. One Sunday, she thought it was odd that the entire staff of the embassy were running around like mad, packing up vehicles and burning papers in the front yard. When she got home from church, she heard on the radio that Pearl Harbor had been attacked.
She also was married to her childhood sweetheart while he was on leave in 1944. He returned to the European front and was captured during the Battle of the Bulge. He died soon after of pneumonia in a Nazi POW camp. She was so destroyed by his death that she said she couldn't bear to stay in Boston anymore and see the places they used to go. So as a young, 26 year old woman, she packed up her car with her cat and drove all alone clear across the country to become a nurse in a hospital in San Francisco. There she met the second great love of her life, a Navy Officer, when he came home on his ship following VJ Day.
She was a pistol. Let me tell you. If she thought something, she'd say it. One time, she didn't like what I was wearing so she chirped out in the middle of Walmart, "Are those real pants or did you just paint your jeans on?" ...okay they were NOT that tight....really...