By Homer Hirt
I was there on 7 December 1941 when the Jap planes took off from their carriers and flew over our Hawaiian Islands.
I was there when they came in low to drop torpedoes that were not supposed to work in Pearl Harbor, but they worked well.
I was there when our planes were strafed at the air bases and were unable to take off to defend us.
I was there when, at 0800, the color guards at each ship began raising Old Glory and as the bands began playing the Star Spangled Banner.
I was there when the young black sailor, I forget his name, who had been trained as an officer’s cook stood behind a machine gun and, instead of running, shot down an enemy plane.
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