I was stationed in Patrol Squadron 24 at the Naval Air Station, Ford Island. The part that I played protecting our forces was very small. The first bomb that hit the Island flattened the Hanger right next to ours. I did not know what was happening, but I did know that it was time for me to seek a safe haven.
There was a construction ditch running along the edge of the runway beside our hanger and that is where I spent most of the time along with about 300 of my shipmates. We were literally helpless. I have always thought that maybe some of the prayers I said might have helped, so that is all I can really take credit for.
I was sent to the battle of Midway, but again I really didn't serve any useful purpose. I was discharged in 1943 for injuries that I suffered due to having dived into that ditch and receiving severe neck and head injuries. It came back to haunt me in a few years. |