Like most people who were touched by that day, I have memories that linger. Even 60 years ago and now aged 81; I can trace my steps from the first sound of a bomb through the remainder of the day.
I was the company clerk of one of the army air corps squadron, and was fortunate to know the men of my squadron. We lost 11 men, KIA, and never had a record of the injured. Like all other military personnel who were under attack I was frightened, and angry! Having survived the first wave of Japanese zeroes and bombers, I started to load dead and wounded men into a truck which had been abandoned in our squadron area. A few others volunteered to help.
I then took, count unknown, the dead and wounded to the station hospital was able to take two such loads before the second attack. On my third trip to the hospital I was ordered to take the truck and one man to the officer's quarters and take women and children to a prepared tunnel north of Honolulu. I took three such trips until night caught me and we couldn't travel at night!
I mentioned that I was a clerk; therefore I had access to the squadron files. I took one roster and tucked in my shirt when the action began at 0755. By then I realized the severity of the situation and started making a muster of the men of the 23rd Material Sq. Late in the afternoon of December 8, I had located all the men! Some of course were found in morgues, hospitals, and duty stations, and really some in unusual places.
After making the muster on my own, I thought it best to report it to some one, so I took it to Base HQ. From my actions all other squadrons were directed to make a similar muster! I received a nice letter of commendation and was promoted from Private to Sergeant! I stayed in the Army Air Force until September, 1947 when I elected to become a part of the US Army. I retired in June 1964.
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