Em Elogia_07dec1941

I remember my parents taking us to visit the Arizona memorial when we were children. I remember the wind on the water and the relative silence. The low sound of the boat's motor and voices echoing sometimes off of the marble walls. I also remember wondering about the sheen of the continual stream of oil on the water still leaking from the sunken ship, and the hundreds of men still buried down in the depths of that wreckage. That never made it out. There are things that become Hawaii and shape it and it's history profoundly, even if it's through tragedy.