The Honeymoon
really like to go back. This is definitely the most beautiful place on earth!
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Uncle Brud
Growing up, I was always told about "Uncle Brud". He was 17 when
he joined the Navy, anxious to see the world. That world came to
an end when he was stationed at Pearl Harbor. After the attack,
they never found a body, which is something that has plagued my
family for generations. I've been told that my great-great
grandmother swore to the day she died that Brud had somehow
survived and was abandoned on some island somewhere. My family
was robbed, like so many families victims that day, of a place
to mourn. His name is on a wall, but we don't even know what
boat he died on.
That night, he was supposed to be off duty. He was stationed on the West Virginia and on nights off, the servicemen would venture over to the Arizona to play cards. His immediate family believed that he went down with the Arizona. It wasn't until about 50 some years later, when someone from his small hometown ran into a veteran at the USS Arizona Memorial, that we got something to chewon. The veteran said he knew Brud very well, that he had actually asked Brud to cover for him that night for some reason or another. He told the traveler that Brud died on the West Virginia and that where he was on the boat, he had probably died quickly. It was a small consolation to a long grieving town. The importance of this story is that I am the first in my family to go to Pearl Harbor. It was a very emotional trip for me, even though I am far removed from what happened. I was able to rub his name off the wall, see the ship he might have been on, see where his remains might have been buried... and bring pictures back to his brothers and sisters, the last people alive who can share his memory.... ...To keep Brud alive...
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