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June 26, 2001 Pearl HarborI could never truly understand what "war" meant. I've heard about it, read about it, and this past weekend I saw the movie, Pearl Harbor.It was a good movie. Some people didn't like the "love story" plot, but hey, that's what sells movies. Some people said it wasn't a true depiction of the attack on Pearl Harbor, but that's also the result of Hollywood. If that were the intent, the producers would have chosen to create a documentary. For me, I'd like to think that the movie was a reminder. Sometimes I find myself being a little too greedy, a little too selfish, or a little too ungrateful. Although these are normal feelings, watching the movie reminded me to be a little more giving, generous, and gracious. I'm not especially patriotic, but I think of how lucky I am to be an American citizen. And then I think of how I came to be an American citizen. After all, my heritage is Japanese. My ancestors are Japanese. My face is Japanese. I am reminded that my Japanese grandparents and great-grandparents sacrificed a lot to give me a chance at the rights, privileges, and freedoms that I'm afforded as an American citizen. I think of the stories of my great-grandmother, who cried on the boat on her journey to America, afraid and anxious of her future. I think of the two years that I lived in Japan, and how, no matter how much I looked like everyone, or how much fun I had, I was still homesick. I think of how my grandparents worked hard and didn't finish school, yet are somehow so successful and intelligent. Then my thoughts go back to war, especially World War II, and the battle between Japan and the United States. I think of the Japanese-American soldiers who had more courage than imaginable. I think of my students in Japan who would apologize for the attack on Pearl Harbor. I think of my visit to the Atomic Bomb Memorial in Hiroshima, Japan, and reading the heartbreaking stories of so many people who were affected. And, I think of walking into the Kamikaze Fighter Memorial Museum in Kagoshima, Japan, and seeing rows upon rows of young Japanese soldiers who knew their ultimate fate would be death. I am reminded again and again of how lucky I am. I hope I never have to experience war. But I think it's important to be reminded once in a while, that we are fortunate to live in the world that we know.
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