At 7:40am on Sunday, December 7, 1941 Commander Mitsuo Fuchida, who had just turned 39 four days before, slid back the canopy of his Nakajima B5N2 torpedo bomber and fired a single dark blue flare, the signal for the 182 torpedo bombers, fighters, and dive bombers behind him to attack. He banked west and led his group along the northwest coast of Oahu, adrenaline rushing through his system. In his mind payback was coming for the Immigration Act of…..
Dear Americans of the 21st century, Greetings. I am William Bradford of the Separatists, commonly called the Pilgrims by you Americans of the future. Our story begins in England in 1606 when I was but an orphan boy of sixteen, being raised by my uncle in a church of Separatists. Why were we called Separatists? Because we had separated from the Church of England, which had separated some sixty-five years earlier from the Catholic Church in order to satisfy the…..
When I was a child of six my mother told me about bees. “Bees are good. They make honey. They pollinate flowers and trees, which helps make flowers more beautiful and trees more fruitful. But bees have stingers that can hurt you. Leave them alone. If you leave them alone and mind your own business, they’ll mind theirs.” That sounded like good wisdom. I liked honey and fruit. Flowers were pretty and I had no desire to get stung. It…..