At on December 7th 1941, Japanese military forces at Pearl Harbor attacked the United States of America.
Clubs, parties, and charity dances were the atmosphere that surrounded the naval base that Saturday night.
On the farthest end of the Harbor that large base was located.
Seeing the glare from the hundred American fighter planes made my husband think of what a perfect target they would make.
He had been working as a private for the whole community.
He phoned the air-warning center in Honolulu as fast as he could.
Loud, shrilling aircrafts surrounded the entire island.
“These planes are to low, something cannot be right,” my husband screamed.
It was the day that was described as “a day of infamy,” a day that will be in the history of the United States for years to come.
It was a day that that the United States not only found out that a nation might win a battle, but a rude awakening of a nation losing a war.