On a Sunday, a few years ago, my neighbor, Roger Haile
walked over to my carport...
I had known Roger for years...I had helped him put a roof on his house
along wiht his podiatrist son and his ohter son (thats enough) and
a couple guys from the church he never attended but his wife
was known as part of the old guard.
I had admired Roger's green 1941 Chevy, with the 'Pearl Harbor Survivor'
vanity plate...
I had keys to Roger' house, workshop, shed, cars, and instructions
on how I was to use any of the equipment/tools he had..
That was not a privilege I took lightly..no way.. Just so you know,
NOBODY ever had my house keys, my workshop keys..etc..I mean, hey
I've got a LesPaul...its my pride and joy..
But I was GLAD I had given Roger a set. I could think of NO ONE who
would take better care of my little stuff in case of an emergency, than the Hailes.
That is how it was..he was like something out of an old black and white
tv series...pure gold.
"That morning", he started..at first, I thought..'what is he talkin about'??
then I listened as he wound his way through a story that he had told
to the Navy, numerous magazines, newspapers, and even radio shows..
it was the story of the bombing at Pearl Harbor..
I was crying at one point...he wouldn't...so I did for him..
He told me he had never actually flown a plane...and during the raid
at Hickam, where he was stationed, he was ditrected to move one
of the twin engine bombers he was responsible for..he jumped in,
and tried to taxi the plane to safety..
A Japanese zero strafed his plane as he moved down the field, clipping
a hydraulic line, causing the plane to 'meander' steadily to the
port side...he recalled having to 'allow' this, and then pull back hard
to keep the plane out of the muck...so he zig-zagged until he
finally realized he needed to get away from the aircraft altogether.
When he was just a few feet away from the plane, it was hit..and exploded.
He remebered cleaning up for months, burying those they could find,
and preparing for the next few years of war.
Roger is in a nursing home now...at least he was, I havent seen
him in years. His sons and wife are kinda funny about me and Roger..
They didn't like it, one bit. I can understand. My wife thought it
was kinda funny too, when I would check with him about water heater
purchases, or
ask him to ride with me to the junkyard...
anyway..
that is the end of this insanely long and whatever post.
thanks for reading.
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