Sunday, December 7, 1941 -11:30
Dear Diary,

I was eating lunch when a bomb dropped near our home, wrecking a Jap store and a number of houses. Our dishes went up in the air and me under the table, where I wouldn”™t be alone. It”™s interesting under

a table. Oh yeah, I have just climbed out from my newly created dog house and decides to finish my dinner, but by 11:36 I”™m under again, but I brought my plate with me, something funny about war, it gives me an awful big appetite. The others stated they weren”™t hungry so I eat some of theirs too. Anyhow I”™m under the table this time on account of another boom nearby, which hit a school, which was somewhere on the island of Oahu (Um military secret?) No noise for a few minutes so I crawls out and goes back to dear ole Leahi surgery room where I am to make more dressings. Yeah it”™s too great, only 15 nurses and aids here also a dozen or more men making blackouts and people running in and out. Oh brother

grand central station is quiet and then there was a rumor those little devilish things, we were going to evacuate the building, but no do. Then they asked us to volunteer our services so we do that little thing. I started downstairs making dressings and here I am on the roof porch. Now I can see what”™s going on. The day is still beautiful only the sky has a lot of black puffs in it caused from anti-air craft no doubt. With our field glasses we can see Hickam Field and Pearl Harbor, they are aflame and clouds of smoke are now settling down over the once peaceful Isle. I am beginning to realize things are dangerous when Jap planes fly over Diamond Head and almost

hit us. Very peculiar, the planes have a flatter rounder wing, but the leaders have our emblem on them. Anyhow thought they were ours until they started their machine guns a poppin”™. They should be more careful; don”™t they know they may hurt someone? Anyhow we watched the whole battle from our perch, we had the radio on. A couple of times the radio reported two Jap ships flying the US flag 20 miles out, but never heard any news from them. They broadcasted enemy planes coming in South of Diamond Head and so we sits down, folds more bandages and wait. Pretty soon here they come, but our planes were there so the dog fight was on. Say that”™s

a thrill. Especially when they are so close, if I only had a gun, maybe I could slant that one pilot”™s eyes the other way. but alas no gun.
Say why don”™t I go downstairs where most of the others are? Well just in a few minutes, but gosh who likes to get up in a middle of a good show, I don”™t (I love shows too well) boy oh boy, chills and thrills. when those planes dive and roar. Oh, oh, down there by the Royal Hawaiian is some excitement and boy what a roar our guns are on the tail of another slant eye. Darn it, I have to go down, we are to pack our clothes and be ready to go when needed. The day ended, and the once lovely town, so full of laughter, freedom,

bright lights, is like the dead. No lights, no music, only police reports. So here we are all gathered in one room, listening.
They sure keep Mike and Ono busy, always on call, “light on at so and so street, make ”˜em turn it out,” Go here, go there. Lights and stupid people, but maybe they will wake up soon. Stupid lights on there and “do you pick up a short wave radio down in some basement?” “Over there is reported a prowler,” so goes the poor busy policemen, all thru the night trying to make our Isle a safe place. We all were requested to go to bed early, so we piled out of the room, “oops, pardon me,” “I”™m so sorry,” “I can”™t see,” “Hey, where are you?” Gee did I step

on you?”