I did not get in the water past my ankles on Sunday. I did not have the luxury of a wet suit.
This morning, we went to the USS Arizona Memorial at Pearl Harbor. I wasn't sure what to expect. But, I know me. I knew I would cry. I got choked up thinking about it before I even left the house.
This is the actual anchor from the ship, weighing almost 20,000 pounds
There were a couple of WWII veterans signing books. I could sit for hours talking to these men. I am sure they are a wealth of information and have so much to share.
This was the dock for the ship. There were empty docks where the other ships were docked before the bombing.
The memorial lies across the sunken ship just below the surface.
Part of the ship is above the water; it is still leaking oil 70 years later.
Inside, the list of servicemen who died.
Nearby, sits the USS Missouri where the Japanese signed their surrender.
Jordan had to go to work after lunch. She works about 30 minutes north of her home.
Jack and I braved the Hawaiian traffic and headed to the west side of the island. I love GPS.