It's in the blackened bones of bridges I have burned. Who: US Military (pro_patria) What: It can't be ignored now. Where: Pearl Harbour When: December 7 1941 Warnings: N/A
Today is the day it all started.
It's the noise he can still remember; loud explosions and the eerie, deafening silence that was the backdrop to the continuous ringing in his ears. It was the sound of the screams and the chaos and confusion, the despair that muffled the laughter of war gods relishing in the carnage.
It was just that time of the morning when the disciplined were awake and the day was looking to be just ordinary. Many of them were aware of the brewing war on foreign soil but it wasn't their war to fight. They didn't think that the war would come to America. They couldn't fathom that the Japanese would bring it to Ford Island.
It's the screaming that gets the blood going. The one or two voices that ring loud and clear amidst the mayhem, crying out for help while the island burned around them, painting the scene red and orange, blocking the view of clear Hawaiian skies with toxic black smoke.
Not many people can feel empowered through being surrounded by helplessness. But perhaps he knew helplessness better than anyone here, and perhaps his desire to help was stronger because of it.
It's the extraordinary morning of December 7, 1941. It's a Sunday that's not quite like any other.
Today is the day it will all end in charred blood and dried tears.