While the last veterans who survived the “surprise” Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor are dwindling rapidly, we cannot let their sacrifices and the memories of that horrific day that propelled America into World War II fade into history.

On Dec. 7, 1941, 350 Imperial Japanese aircraft descended on Honolulu’s military installations in two shocking waves. More than 2,400 Americans were killed, and 21 ships were sunk or damaged.

Our soldiers, sailors, and pilots who fought and won World War II are now 90 or older, according to the U.S. Department of Veterans Affairs. There are fewer than 129,000 of the 16.1 million Americans who served alive today.

Like World War II and America’s 9/11, many in uniform are called to duty and will die and be permanently injured while rooting out evil.

It is equally hard for those whose relatives suffer from permanent psychological and physical wounds.

Thankfully, today we are focusing more on “posttraumatic stress disorder,” or PTSD. Once called shell shock or battle fatigue syndrome, it is a serious condition that can develop after a person has experienced or witnessed a traumatic or terrifying event in which serious physical harm occurred or was threatened. Today, we recognize that mental and emotional wounds are as serious as loss of limbs or mobility.

I vividly remember a conversation with a World War II veteran and his wife 20 years ago in upstate Michigan. They are the fabric of America.

The Midwestern vet and his wife of 64 years were raised in a Michigan farming community near Battle Creek. Like my parents, they dated in high school, and when he graduated, he joined the Army. He lost his right arm fighting in the Pacific.

He returned home disabled, but not defeated. He used the GI Bill to go to college and eventually became a senior auditor with the state of Michigan, where he retired after 38 years.

Their tradition was to travel to Mackinac Island for a three-night stay at the famed Grand Hotel, a historic place steeped in its own tradition, when their children and grandchildren completed high school. This would be their last trip to the hotel. They were celebrating their three youngest grandchildren’s graduation.

The last time I saw them, they were decked out in their evening attire and headed into the dining room for a formal dinner. You could see the love and respect in the eyes of both the grandparents and the teenagers. It is what family is all about.

This family’s story is common among vets. It is one that even melts the most cold-hearted.

If all of us do our part to support our troops and their families while they are serving and after they return, there will be more stories like this 40 or 50 years from now.

For that to happen, all of us must remember it is not just the job of the government, military, or the Veterans Administration to help our troops put the horrors of war behind them and resume their civilian lives. We all have that responsibility as citizens of a grateful nation.

We cannot forget that our veterans need healing, unification, education, training, and career opportunities. Uncle Sam can and will provide much of that assistance, but we must make sure that those troops and their families have welcoming communities and workplaces.

As Americans prepare to celebrate Thanksgiving, we are thankful for veterans like the Michigan couple. We must not forget the sacrifices of our veterans and their families.