Alright, so I couldn't think of anything else to write about, and this is the first story I'm writing on this site. Reviews and advice would be nice. Don't worry about "hurting [my] feelings..." (I don't feel anything anyways!) ;P If you want me to write more, then tell me! Because I won't unless I'm encouraged to do so! =D
December 7, 1941 7:45 am
"Why must we be up so early? To 'keep watch'? This is bullshit. Nothing's going to happen. Why can't we go back to sleep like the others?" a sailor complained.
"I don't know. You're right. Let's just go back to sleep," another said. He stopped and looked at the third sailor who was leaning over the rail deep in thought. "What's eating at you?"
"If this ship ever were to sink, I'd be in some serious trouble," he said, more to himself than anyone else.
"And why is that?" said the sailor clapping him on the back.
"I can't swim," he replied.
"How can you be a sailor and not swim?"
December 7, 1941 7:56 am
It was the distant sound of planes that woke the boy up. He tried to close his eyes and ignore the growing sound of engines in air, but it wouldn't subside.
He got up and walked out on his porch to gaze at the jets flying towards the harbor.
These don't look like ordinary American jets, he thought to himself.