Cpl. Charles Shaw and Ruth Baird Shaw c. 1944
My mother, Ruth Baird Shaw, was a young wife and mother with two daughters, one only a couple of weeks old, when Japan attacked Pearl Harbor. That event turned her world upside down just like it did everyone living at the time. Here is what she wrote about that time recently (taken from my sister Joan's Facebook post...
At age 92, I Remember Pearl Harbor.
I remember the early Sunday morning on December 7, 1941 when President Franklin D. Roosevelt came on the radio to announce that the Japanese had attacked a base in Hawaii called Pearl harbor!
There are really no words to describe the feelings of surviving veterans, spouses and widows of World War II. They tell me that over a thousand WWII veterans are dying daily now. Those living are in their late eighties or nineties but to me they are still young men like my grandson, Josh, who was a Captain in the Army , serving in Fort Benning after a year in Germany and over a year in Iraq.
My generation of WWII soldiers are still, to me, those idealistic, brave, vital, young soldiers who willingly went off to war believing that they were helping to assure the safety and freedom of their families. They were willing to serve in spite of great personal sacrifice. They were certainly a part of one of the greatest generations in our country’s history.
Three of my school friends were killed in WWII, James Homer Cook, An Army Airplane Pilot, killed in the South Pacific March 17, 1944; Quentin "Red " Cole, killed in Italy , March 9, 1944; Carroll Adams, killed in France , July 27, 1944 and the brother of a school classmate , a few years older than I, J.W. Rye was killed in Africa January 21, 1943. God bless their memory.
Two of my brothers were soldiers in World War Two. Tom, served in the infantry in Europe and survived the D. Day battle that took the lives of many of his fellow soldiers. My brother, Jack, was in the Army Air Force and served in the South Pacific. These who survived the rigors of war to come back home we also remember as we celebrate and honor our brave soldiers who gave " the last full measure of their devotion."
When President Roosevelt came on the radio early Sunday morning December 7, 1941 and announced that the Japanese had bombed Pearl Harbor, life in the towns and cities of America was forever changed. I vividly remember the terror and anxiety I felt as I listened to President Franklin Roosevelt tell of the Japanese attack. We’d never before been in war in my 18 year lifetime.No one knew what might be next, so days were filled with fear and uncertainty. We were afraid that our mainland would be bombed next.
In the days, weeks, and months that followed, the entire population rallied around the president and our national leadership. Patriotism was strong. Citizens supported whatever the president felt should be done. The immediate response of our nation to the bombing of Pearl Harbor was somewhat like the national response to the events of September 11, 2001, when everyone pulled together and supported one another. But this kind of patriotism lasted though out the long World War II.
Winning the war seemed to be the only focus of the entire population. Soon the military draft was begun. Able-bodied young men were eager to sign up. It was the right and patriotic thing to do. They felt a desire, a need, and an obligation to protect their families and their country from threat and to insure our way of life. My husband, Charles was in line early – the morning they opened the draft. Because of this he got a low draft number. However, before his number came up and he could be drafted, he, like many others, opted to volunteer instead so that he could choose his branch of service. Women were never drafted, but many volunteered to serve in the WACS and WAVES.
In 1943 Charles and three other young men from our hometown, Grover Foster, Roy Connell and Charlie Miller, were sent to Cherry Point, NC. Later they were stationed in San Diego. Charlie Miller was wounded in the battle of Iwo Jima and was never well again. These four young fathers joined countless others giving years of their lives for the good of their country, Charles first overseas assignment was in the South Pacific. He served in the Makin, Caroline and Solomon Islands.
He was a Marine, and as it is with the Marines, he remained a Marine the rest of his life. He was proud of his service to the country and at the same time humble about his contributions. As men do, he rarely if ever talked about it in any detail.
Back at home, food and gasoline were in short supply because the nation’s resources were going toward the war effort. The government issued ration books to citizens who then had to use the coupons to get supplies such as sugar and gasoline.
Some textile plants switched over to making strong canvas for tents instead of fabrics for civilian clothing, Almost all the nations factories switched from making goods for regular civilian use to making needed military supplies.
The focus of daily life was to keep abreast of what was happening “overseas.” I remember reading the newspapers from cover to cover every day (no Television or Internet) to find out what was happening and discussing the events with other adults with whom I came into contact in the course of the day. All ears were tuned to the radio anytime a report or a speech came on. There were great, inspiring, and encouraging speeches by Pres, Franklin Roosevelt her of and of Winston Churchill in England.
Every night I sat down and wrote a letter to my Marine. Citizens spent whatever “free time” they had doing whatever they could to help with the war effort. Some worked for the Red Cross. Patriotic and Christian groups frequently had rallies and services to support the troops and to encourage each other.
The lives of Children were very different with few male influences in their lives, and the constant talk of war made many of them fearful. A whole generation of children lived without the benefit of their fathers. And those fathers gave up precious early years of their child's life in order to preserve freedom for our country.
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| This is the picture that Charles Shaw carried during the war. L-R: Janice, Joan, and Ruth Shaw. |
Finally the war was over. There were community and church celebrations throughout the country. I clearly remember the celebration service our community held. The entire community gathered at a nearby Baptist church to thank the Lord for the end of the war. It was quite a celebration!
Charles often said in the years after the war that “Buddies” in the service were more than buddies – they are brothers. They all seemed to feel a strong sense of brotherhood and connection with each other, realizing that their very lives were in each others hands.
This is what Pearl Harbor Day and every day means to me. It means recognition of the sacrifices made – and still being made by soldiers, their families, their children, and the nation as a whole.
It means appreciation for what thousands of our fellow citizens have done for me – for all of us – for their country – not just in WWII but in other wars our country. And the conflicts continue!
Our mainland was not attacked after Pearl Harbor on 12-3-1941 during World War II until it was viciously attacked on 9-11-01 by radical Islamic terrorist with nearly three thousand lives taken.
So today in 2015 we are blessed to have men and women who are willing to fight in a new kind of war with hidden enemies inside and outside the United States. So we need to also remember today's living soldiers, airmen and sailors who continue to sacrifice to protect our freedoms even in some places where they are not respected.
God grant us strength, wisdom and righteousness that our freedom may be preserved and that this great country "shall not perish from the world."
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