Oddly enough, I'm not as bothered by Pearl Harbor as most other Americans. I mean, yeah, it was a big deal, and I feel both sorry and proud for the men who fought and died there, but the Invasion of Poland has a bigger effect on me.
Hell, I can barely listen to Beethoven's 3rd Scherzo without thinking about it.
My grandfather was a Polish officer in the Polish army, and fought (from what I've heard) valently for his country, untill a building he was hunkered down in collapsed. The German army picked him up and sent him to a POW Officers camp, which was SUPPOSED to be better for the inmates then your run of the mill camp. It wasn't, of course. When the Germans caught word that the American's where pressing their lines back and realised that the camp would be captured, they decided to execute the entire POW populace in the camp.
Luckily, a US Mountain Division was sent in the very night they Germans where going to kill the prisoners. I'm thinking it was the 10th Mountain Division, I'm not entirely sure. But I owe my life to them. Literaly.
And Nirvana, Odessa means that you should choose your words more carefully. This thread, as previously stated, is a rememberance thread. Would you say that at a funeral? I know you're young, but you need to think about what you say before you say it. It'll make you look both more mature.