A Sunday Morning Hero
Recently, my husband and I flew to the island of Oahu for a few days. Although most people fly there for pleasure, we arrived there to fulfill a promise as well as remember and honor the thousands who died in service to our nation during World War II.
So, on a calm and beautiful morning in Honolulu, we were winding our way up through the small neighborhoods of the city embedded into the side of an extinct volcano. Read More …