When I visited my husband in Hawaii this summer, we went to the Pearl Harbor Memorial. We watched a film depicting the massive attack, the sinking ships, and the warnings that were overlooked. I was not the only person there sniffling and wiping away tears. It's overwhelming to imagine it, especially for people who are used to seeing bays full of Navy ships every day.
On our drive out of Honolulu, I looked back at Pearl Harbor and could see three separate rainbows in the drizzly yet sunny sky, a daily norm in Hawaii.
I said to Jamie, "You know, it's kind of symbolic that there are always rainbows over Pearl Harbor. God's sign that there wouldn't be another flood. Kind of a symbol that we will never let an attack like that happen again."
Without taking his eyes from the road, he replied, "Except we did."
Then we just drove in silence for awhile.
God bless America today, the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave.
