December 07, 1941
The rolling thunder of the bomb hit on Pearl Harbor, killing more than a thousand and injuring more than a hundred innocent people.. My father was one of those men, who fought dying for our country. I was eighteen, a young woman on the verge of beginning a new life with my husband Likeke.
The territory of Hawaii became a big part of history when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor. My homeland was under an attack. The warnings of the Japanese attacking were disregarded as if our lives were not of any importance. The mainland was beyond surprise from the attacks. My family and I went into hiding. We didn’t know if our homeland would be under further attacks.
Years before my father had built an underground safe room, he always feared the worst would come. The safe was no bigger than 12 x 10. It contained food, medical, and lightening supplies to last months in hiding.
We became united as a nation after such a tragedy. The long, dark nights in the dampest of the same room were quiet and quite frightening. The small weather radio was our only communication to the outside world. We huddled together, seeking warmth and comfort.
The second attack rocked the dirt walls of our safe room. Bits and pieces of dirt and debris fall upon us. Cries of terror echoed loudly in the mud walls of our seclusion. A small wick candle burned brightly in the darkness. The aroma of fear filtered the 12 x 10 room. My husband and I secluded ourselves from the remaining group of terrified locals.
Our food supply was limited to a few items, such as raw fish, and rice. Small children clung to their mothers, their silent whimpers shook their tiny bodies.
The conditions of our living space were beyond being homeless, we were like cavemen. Our fingers were our feeding utensils. The food was cold and slimy. The food hit the pits of our stomach causing havoc and grieve. The salty ocean water was lukewarm and bitter.
The conditions of our living arrangements were creating major health problems. The dirt and debris was following into our clay water containers which were not sealed. Within our second day of hiding out our raw fish was rotten as well as our rice. We were eating spoiled food which caused sickness and death.
The attack on Pearl Harbor was just the beginning of the war of World War II. We were yet again at war, yet in the tragedy of a time our nation came together to fight as one against those who sought out American Blood.
The world was under attack. The Japanese attacked with one word in mind, vengeance. The silent whimpers were like silent missiles. Our freedom was in jeopardy. Innocent men and women were loosing their lives for a fighting cause.
The dirt floor was cold, dark and damp. Each blast stirred up dirt, which caused small dirt clouds. The air amongst the twenty of us was dirty and very stuffy. There was no air ventilation system to circulate the air properly.
We wore the fear on our faces as if it were a Halloween mask. The out come of the war as an unknown territory for us.
Submerging from underground after three days, our worst fears were witnessed before our eyes. The air was smoky and dark. Dark clouds hung over above us like a dark looming shadow of evil. We stood in a huddle together in a bundle, unsure of what the war’s outcome would be. We entered as twenty we left standing as ten.
Would time be on our sides? Would this war end all humanity? No one knows for sure. This tragedy would only have two outcomes, more lives would bring this nation together.