From the December 7, 2016, Northwest Herald (McHenry County, Illinois) by Stephanie Markham.
95-year-old served in Army Air Force.
Burton Miller was on his way to eat breakfast when the first bombs started falling. He was 19 that Dec. 7, 1941, and he and his 17-year-old brother, Wayne, were stationed at Wheeler Field in Hawaii -- one of the first places the Japanese attacked.
It was a bright Sunday morning and he broke his usual routine and got up for breakfast. Meanwhile, brother Wayne was taking a shower in the barracks.
"I got up and went for breakfast for the first time, and I got through the breakfast door, and a bomb comes down right next to me. And it hits the lawn, and it didn't hit the street, so I started running because they said that [the Japanese] were going to land troops there."
He has lived in Sycamore for the past four years with his wife, Bernice, also 95. His brother Wayne died in 2001 at age 88.
--GreGen
My Cooter's History Blog has become about 80% World War II anyway, so I figured to start a blog specific to it, especially since we're commemorating its 70th anniversary and we are quickly losing this "Greatest Generation." The quote is taken from Pearl Harbor survivor Frank Curre, who was on the USS Tennessee that day. He died Dec. 7, 2011, seventy years to the day. His photo is below at right.
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