The war in Germany started the year I was born, but it wasn’t until the attack on Pearl Harbor on December 7, 1941, that America entered the war. My father went for his induction physical and failed due to flat feet. There was much talk about the war and I was given a soldier uniform. I was so proud. It was the war years and “blackouts” were mandatory. We pulled all the window shades down at night to prevent any light to the outside. Today it seems very silly, but everyone took the war seriously. We had ration stamps initially for gas and later it included food. People would trade stamps to get things they needed for which they had no more stamps. My two uncles, Glenn and Merl Firestone were both in military service. Glenn was in the Army and Merl Jr. in the Navy Seabees. When they visited on leave, they looked so smart in their uniforms and I was so proud just to be next to them.