To many, 1941 just marks our entry into a well known war for our country.
For me, it is a bit more personal.
In 1941 my grandma was 11 and her father was serving in the Navy as a Chief Warrant Officer. They lived in Hawai'i... Peal Harbor to be exact.
It was two days before Pearl Harbor was bombed, that my grandma and her family were sent to San Diego. It all could have ended there. My grandma could have been killed, therefore not living long enough to create my blood line.
Without my grandma, there would be no me.
It is moments like these that I am thankful for God's hand in our lives.