|
The sun was shining, the sky a deep blue, That Sunday morn, on the Isle of Oahu;
When out of the East, from the land of Nippon Came the roar of places with torpedoes and bombs!
We were at peace on that fateful day, Attempting to talk, our diferences allay;
But, Sunday, December the 7 will stay In our minds and our hearts, though revisionists say,
"Japan had no choice but to send that array To take out the fleet that stood in her way!"
The land of The Rising Sun made that hit; And now they tell us to forgive and forget!
All wounds are healed with time, so they say, The anger and bitterness will all fade away.
But American's who recall, so long as they live, Who remember Pearl Harbor, find it hard to forgive. |
|