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December
6, 1941 Honolulu, Hawaii
Today I lay in slumber watching the rising sun as it sets
just above the ocean. The view of it is magnificent, but as I look to my left
the massive fleets of naval battle ships surrounding me. The ship that I call
my home is the USS Arizona not quite your five star hotel but she’s home. I
better hurry to my post before captain sees me loafing about.
December 7, 1941
The words to describe what has happened today I cannot
attain. We were attacked by hundreds of
Japanese fighter planes it’s like they just came out of nowhere. I barely made
it out alive my ship was sunk and I was thrown overboard. I attempted to swim to shore but was shot by
a plane that was flying overhead. But somehow I woke up on the beach not
knowing how I got there.
December 8, 1941
These are slower starting to calm down I’ve been in the
hospital overnight. There’s some many people injured. The doctor said I got hit
in the spine and may never walk again but it didn’t seem to matter as I stared
blankly at all the other men and women being carried away marked with death.
December 9, 1941
The Doctor says I will be released soon for there is nothing
further that they can do for me. This
bothers me but I will still be able to go home and see my family my service to
the military is over. When I look back I will know how fortunate I was to
survive! I may be cripple from the waist down but I escaped death on this
horribly but beautiful island.
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