Disclaimer: I don't own them at all… Really…
Rating: PG
AN: This is my first Pearl Harbor fic. Please be gentle with your reviews? You can criticize my work but please keep it constructive.
Have you ever had that feeling when you were lost? How about that undeniable feeling of being alone? If you haven't than I hope you never will.
I remember when the skies were clear and blue, I remember when we were still in control. I remember when chaos was not inflicted on Pearl Harbor. I remember how that was only a few hours ago.
*Flashback*
I stepped into the main corridor of the U.S.S Arizona with a feeling that the day would be disastrous. I dismissed it though, because I am an abnormally paranoid person. I walked down the hallway to the sailor's quarters when a crowd of sailors came running down the opposite side of the hall screaming something. As they passed my friend Joel grabbed me by my arm. "Come on! There's a bomb!" Needless to say I ran.
I felt the ship lurch forward then backwards again. The next moments were a blur as the crowds of my fellow sailors ran in terror, the sirens going off, the ship being blown apart, and swarms of voices swirling around in my ears. I half ran and was half dragged to the deck only to be greeted by the sight of our fleet of ships being bombed and attacked.
"The boat is capsizing!" Some one yelled. The boat tilted to its side. Joel and I grabbed the smooth, cool metal railing as the boat flipped over completely on its side. And gradually it began to sink.
Someone from the water screamed, "It's sucking me in!" and despairingly I realized how close we were getting to the cold Hawaiian waters. I looked up at the sky and saw the planes were circling, "They are waiting for something." I whispered to Joel. As soon of the words exited my mouth gunfire rained down onto the poor sailors now sitting awaiting a certain fate.
*End of Flashback*
All of this came rushing back to me as I try to stay afloat in the shallow waters. 'Funny, they aren't so shallow now that I am nearly drowning.' I thought. I turn to my recently deceased comrade Joel and choke back a sob.
I try to swim away but despair has set in. A bullet whizzes past my ear as yet another submerged missile floats under us. We are sitting ducks, awaiting an absolution never to come.
Two more planes enter the now ashen black sky, and to my delight they are shooting at the Japanese. Two of our enemies' jets go quickly down. But I realize nothing will help me now, as a bullet enters my leg. I scream in pain. It feels as if my leg is on fire. I can't swim, and I stop because it's a lost cause.
I slowly sink into the water and look once again to the sky. There's no blue I can see. No hope. I submerge completely and struggle to breathe. The air is emptied from my lungs as I slowly slip into unconsciousness, and the darkness claims me.