“There was blood and the fear of death—and death itself—in the emergency room as doctors calmly continued to treat the victims of this new war… I had never known that blood could be so bright red.”
Those words were written 71 years ago by a young woman reporter for the Honolulu Star-Bulletin as the fires were still burning after the bombing of Pearl Harbor. But Betty McIntosh’s gripping account of the attack and its aftermath wasn’t published until yesterday, when it ran in the Washington Post.
“My editors thought the graphic content would be too upsetting for readers,” McIntosh, now 97, writes in the Post.
What the then 26-year-old reporter produced is a detailed report full of harrowing scenes—”In the morgue, the bodies were laid on slabs in the grotesque positions in which they had died. Fear contorted their faces. Their clothes were blue-black from incendiary bombs. One little girl in a red sweater, barefoot, still clutched a piece of jump-rope in her hand”—and surprisingly graceful descriptions of the action: “I saw a formation of black planes diving straight into the ocean off Pearl Harbor. The blue sky was punctured with anti-aircraft smoke puffs.”
Finally, here’s a marked up draft of FDR’s “day of infamy” speech.
Some people like to travel by train because it combines the slowness of a car with the cramped public exposure of an airplane.
I think my pilot was a little inexperienced. We were sitting on the runway, and he said, “OK, folks, we’re gonna be taking off in a just few—whoa! Here we go.”
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A man knocked on my door and asked for a donation toward the local swimming pool. So I gave him a glass of water.
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Client: We need you to log in to the YouTube and make all our company videos viral.
My cat just walked up to the paper shredder and said, “Teach me everything you know.”
“Just because you can’t dance doesn’t mean you shouldn’t dance.” —Alcohol
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A: A mechanic.
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