As it happened!

First radio broadcast of attack on Pearl Harbor

In the last game of the 1941 NFL regular season the Eastern Division champions New York Giants were playing the Brooklyn Dodgers at the Polo Grounds in New York City.

Radio broadcast of the game was interrupted by one of the most dramatic and tragic bulletins in American history.

While they were playing on that Sunday, December 7, 1941, Pearl Harbor was attacked by the Japanese.

The Giants lost the game to the Dodgers 21–7, but as events unfolded 5,000 miles away, it mattered not.

Japanese planes attacked the home base of the American Pacific fleet in two waves. The first struck at 7:53 a.m., the second at 8:55 a.m. By 9:55 a.m., it was all over.

More than 2,400 American servicemen and over 100 civilians were killed, and 19 U.S. Navy ships destroyed.

In Europe, Japan’s allies, Germany and Italy, declared war on the United States.

America was at war. In the next three-and-a-half years, more than 400,000 Americans would be killed and over 600,000 wounded. 

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Trapped dragonfly


Michio is hibernating. He is snowed in. County Road 9 has been obliterated. Michio is hibernating without his wife. She is hibernating elsewhere. Sūzan has been gone for two years. This is his third winter of hibernating without her. He doesn’t know where she is because she is dead. He fears she is cold, colder than he is in his lowly bungalow; and alone, lonelier than he is in his isolation; and in a black void — at least he can turn on a light.

They have lost contact. This is a shame. His calls out her name. He prays in his own clumsy way. He entreats the invisible silent God but to no avail. He would give his left eye — no, wait, he already gave that in war — he would give his left arm to have her back, if not in body then in spirit, to hear her voice, if not to communicate, then to commune, to at least feel her presence. Two years. Even he is surprised by the relentlessness of the grief.

His name, Michio, meansman with strength of three thousand’ but these days and nights he feels like a dragonfly trapped in a web.

Michio is hibernating

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