The delicious and equisite smell of Jeff'sBakery, the shrill, scratchy sound of the blacksmiths that lined the crowded but lively town, and the bustling traffic of people, all made up the beautiful port of Pearl Harbor.
I sprint out the rickety door, running past the cries of the little kids and pick an apple off the crate. "Oi! Watcha think yo doin' sunny?!" Yelped Benjamin.
Grinning, I make a run towards the best place in the whole port, the naval base.
My name is James Walter.M, short for Moore, named after my late grandad who fought in World War 1. My father, Lieutenant Walter works beside President Roosevelt. I want to follow my father's footsteps someday, help keep Pearl Harbor safe from the danger of the outside world.
Reaching the naval base, I situated myself where I could see all the ships and aircrafts, their hoods shining in the crisp heat of the sun. The naval base is quite far from the neighborhood. I was there for so long, I didn't notice my eyes shut and me falling into a deep slumber.
That was the moment, I realized we were doomed if Pearl Harbor didn't take action soon. Now, I'm sitting in this small closet, darkness caving in, turning my fears into reality. Let me take you back to the disaster that took place on Pearl Harbor and left the US shook.
I woke up to the ground quaking beneath me. Removing any sign of the blissful sleep from my eyes, I get up on trembling feet. What I saw in front of me sent shivers down my spine. A wave of fighters, bombers, and torpedo planes headed our way.