I love ramen.
I could eat it every day.
My wife is Japanese but that isn’t why I love ramen.
Her mother was a wonderful cook, but she isn’t the reason I love ramen either.
Her dad was born in Honolulu to immigrant parents. Nor he or they.
They worked in the pineapple fields and later cut sugar cane.
Mr. Ono was a WWII hero fighting the Germans in Italy, France, and Germany.
His parents were incarcerated in Hawaii during the war.
He was given the Distinguished Service Cross by General Mark Clark.
I tear up when I think of him and his heroism. Uncle Masa served too.
They both served in the Korean War. Her dad was a POW. He earned a Silver Star.
A Hawaiian woman operated the lunch van at Barbers Point Naval Air Station.
I had lunch there regularly when I worked the night shift at…
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