Missiles were predators, and sailors were their prey. Japanese men were determined, and American sailors were petrified. Dark green planes flew over the harbor, pinpointing and demolishing every floating ship they could detect. Sailors fought franticly for their dear lives, with little triumph. Grand pure white uniforms turned a shabby black as Americans fought back against the invaders. Men screamed at each other as captains barked orders at random sailors. Everybody was battling the dark green birds, attempting to extirpate them. They suddenly spotted a white rocket that had detached from one of the green planes. The sailors flung themselves in any given shelter they could see, frightened that the bomb would detonate near them. They gazed at it spiraling out of control in the icy blue water, its destination unknown to any person that was 'lucky' enough to be in sight of it. Despite their cries and pleas, the bomb wouldn't stop. Instead, it accelerated, its target now known. It was a cheetah running after its prey, all senses leading to one spot. Its target was the Arizona, the most vigorous ship in the entire navy. Combatants screeched for the sailors of Arizona to jump off the ship, but it was impossible to be heard.
The bomb raced nearer, each moment becoming more terrifying. Within a few breathtaking seconds, the first explosion of Word War ΙΙ in America had ruptured, engulfing the "sleeping giant" (Pearl Harbor). The ship exploded, sailors flying through the air like madmen, crash-landing into icy-blue freezing water. Smoke replaced oxygen, preventing the fighters from breathing. Pieces of the ship mushroomed out of control, blasting metals everywhere. Men flew to the edge of the vessel, paralyzed at the terrifying scene unfolding in front of them. Friends and brothers were all drowning. The water had grabbed them, tugging them under. The ship flipped over drastically, forcing sailors deeper into the ocean. Shipmen on other ships threw ropes overboard, but it was useless. They were as trapped as a person in a jail cell with no windows. Fighting was just turning into a failure, so in the Americans' last seconds under the surface, they prayed for their fellow sailors. All of them wished the fighters would come out alive. Hearing their fellow sailors attempt to save them from above, they slowly closed their eyes, since they knew what was going to happen. Fate was against them today. Maybe it had always been. Darkness embraced them, deliberately transporting them to a new world.
Pain, suffering, and death were all witnessed that day. But, at this moment, everything was calm. It was all over. No more surprise bombings, or drowning. It had all come to a halt. Now, sitting on damaged vessel parts, Americans listened to President Teddy Roosevelt's empowering words through radios. "Yesterday, December 7, 1941, a day that will live in infamy, the United States was suddenly and deliberately attacked….I ask the congress to declare a state of war". His words rang in the ears of thousands of sailors who survived the attack. Soon enough, the first tiny but elegant snowflakes of the season drifted down from the sky, forming a sheet over forever sleeping bodies. The day swiftly began to turn into night, as veterans looked upon the results of what had occurred and thanked god for surviving.