My Dad is a WWII disabled vet - lost his left arm somewhere in France/Belgium in '44. Trained/was in the army for 11 weeks and wasn't even there 3 weeks when he was hit. He has said to this day that he thinks it was friendly fire as there was no one around, they were under cover, and then all hell broke loose. Anyway, I went to a veterans function with him and I was priviledged to sit next to a Pearl Harbor survivor @ 89 years old (my Dad is 86). I don't know the numbers but very few Pearl survivors remain and I think my Dad said WWII vets are leaving us at a rate of 8 a day. We talked a bit - really nice guy - but what I noticed was that despite his years and his health not being too good at all, he still had that twinkle in his eye but with a certain hint sadness, he sat up straight, and looked you right in the eye when talking to you. He, my Dad, and all WWII vets, are a rare and disappearing breed of men. We should all be very thankful they gave us the freedoms we enjoy today.