Posting a day early because who knows what tomorrow may bring? I should touch on the 75th anniversary of the Day of Infamy, but it seems rather small to push a book on a day when many are solemn in joined remembrance of lives lost across the Pacific. Even so, please forgive my family’s small story related to those days.
For most of the Eighties, we were stationed at Offutt AFB south of Omaha, Nebraska, and my military unit was housed in Building D, a humongous edifice on the west side of the base. It was old and well-used by the time I started there, and many might call it a aging heap of i-beams and oils, but entering the doors was a step into the past. While much was modernized, many fixtures remained from the 1940s, and you could easily visualize workers assembling the tools of freedom.
We left Building D behind in 1988, never to return, that former Martin Bomber Plant and the ghostly manufacturing assembly lines of the B-29 Superfortress. The most famous B-29 was, of course, the Enola Gay. Built yards from where I used to work, its crew dropped the atomic bomb on Japan. We departed Building D and Offutt AFB with orders for Tokyo, Japan, leaving on December 7th.
As for Chapter 11, the yo-yo of an exisitence we call Emma’s life continues. Just when things should be better, another life-changing experience wakes from a deep slumber. Here you go.