Gusts of wind blew gently through the harbor as the sound of faint buzzing grew nearer. If only we knew we would be attacked, if only we knew that those heartless submarines were waiting for us. Waiting to know that the shed of American blood would begin. I gripped the wooden post next to me admiring the harbor, and its once serene nature. The sight of aircrafts came into view as their buzzing became the defiant sound of death. If only I knew they were planning to bomb us. The first bomb gave a heart shattering crash. Then more fell, aimlessly killing thousands. My eyes grew large, the fear for my country growing and my mobility fading. Then more soul crunching sounds came as I witnessed our very own ship getting beaten by torpedos. The mass of those oversized bullets pounding into our ship was a sight to fear. My feet were stuck, my vision going blurry. The next memory was waking up underground surrounded by strangers, covered in blood. The scratchy buzz of the radio sending me off into a fearful sleep.