Ok Ladies and gentleman I know this is a huge surprise to you. I am writing again! However I must thank a very special friend. who is my co-writer. Also I must warn you now this story is very violent, a lot of cursing, and a lot racial slurring. However this is not meant to be racial. It was said in a time of war and I am trying to capture the mindset that was present during this time period!

"OH MY GODDDD!" I screamed. To my eyes horror there were a million silver planes with red meatballs under the wings. I was in my hotel, I couldn't believe my eyes. I sprang into action and raced down to the parking lot. Ellie screamed after me "Where are you going Theodore?" I hopped into my military jeep that I had taken off base. I was racing as fast as this piece of shit could take me.

I raced into the harbor; I saw a nearby ship (I later found it was the Arizona) blow up into a huge fireball.

"OH MY GODDD!" I scream "WHAT THE FUCK!" My mind was racing; I was horrified. This was not a nightmare this was actually happening.

This was a Jap attack! They were diving on OUR ships KILLING OUR MEN! FUCKING GODDAMN JAPS! I was so mad I felt my body trembling with rage. I raced to a destroyer.

I made a mad dash for one of the 20mm Anti-Aircraft guns. I squeeze the trigger violently. It roars to life in my ears. Hot orange tracers ripped into the sky above me. I locked onto the nearest GODDAMN, SON OF A BITCH JAP! I followed him; keeping on his ass till I saw smoke pouring out of his plane. I was glad that he was going to hell! I was filled with joy. But then suddenly there was another loud booming sound and yet another vicious fireball shot out of a battleship that had torpedoed! How the FUCK WAS THAT POSSIBLE? I scream in my mind. The water here is to shallow for torpedoes.

No matter now. I HAD TO STOP THIS ONSLAUGHT! I whipped my gun around firing like a man possessed. I found a target and shot at it till I no longer could, then I would scan the horizon and pick out another one of the many targets that was above me. I kept this up. Then as suddenly as they had appeared they were gone.

I slumped to my knees tired and panting. I was reliving what had just taken place. I can't even believe what had just happened. We were at peace only a few hours ago. What had changed? What was it that called for an attack without having declared war between the US and the Japs?

Well not matter, it was WAR! It was all about who would be the last man standing. I hope Ellie is ok. I can't believe that we get married just yesterday and then today I have to be in the thick of battle fighting to save the lives of my friends.

GODDAMN THOSE LITTLE YELLOW BASTARDS! I can hear the roar of hundreds of engines from the sky. I jump up. My heart racing a million miles an hour. I can feel my pulse throbbing, the sounds of the fires burning in my ears, I become angry. Suddenly I hear the screams of the dying men all around me.

"NOW I AM LIVID! NO GODDAMN, MOTHER FUCKING, SON OF A BITCH JAP WILL GET BY ME!" I scream out as loud as I can. As if by some strange occurrence I had started something, I heard a volley curses and screams of hate and anger behind and all around me. We were fighting as one nation under God. It no longer mattered where you came from. All that mattered was that you were doing your damnedest to shoot and kill JAPS!

We were young men and we realized that our way of life was under attack. We had all seen the news reels of the vile acts of the Japs when they were occupying China. They were slaughtering and murdering innocent and harmless people.

We wanted revenge. Well we were getting a taste of it now. The planes were coming in from 12 o'clock high. They were making another dive bombing run on our ships. We all trained our guns to the sky. We opened fire on the enemy! Suddenly there was a lot unknown noise. We heard loud thudding and banging sounds that were ripping into the air. But we didn't look around as we kept our guns trained on the enemy. Then suddenly the sky was lighting up with huge tracer fire and large fireballs of smoke filled the sky. What was going on? Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. It was the other ships that had survived the first wave of the attack opening up with all their guns that were working. It was a true testament to the fighting spirit of America. The new sights and sounds gave me another boost energy and rage. It was all I could do keep from jumping out of my skin.

Suddenly my GODDAMN gun JAMMED! I was frantic, my fingers fumbled around like they had a mind of their own. They knew what to do. They were on autopilot as if this was just another drill. It was then I realized the gun had jammed on the last shell. "Goddamn it! Someone get me so more AMMO!" I screamed over the roar of the battle. Suddenly there was a hard and heavy slap on my back.

I turned to look and beside me was man who had carried an entire crate of ammo which weighed in at over 300 pounds. This young man looked no heavier than maybe 250 pounds if he was soaking wet. But I was way to busy to notice anymore detail about him. I grabbed as much ammo as I could and loaded up my gun and began hammering the enemy with fast and furious bursts of 20mm ammo.

I was so pumped up that I was still shooting like a mad man. After a little while I realized that I was having to fight even harder to keep on target. It was then that I noticed that the ship I was on was moving. It seemed that the captain of the ship was on a rescue mission to help save those poor souls that were in the oily water that was ablaze. I didn't have time to help the fuel-oil soaked men as I was trying to keep the enemy from sinking any more ships and throwing even more men into the oily mess. The shells were flying and the bombs were still falling. But now there were not as many planes flying in the sky. I figured that we had sacred those son's of bitches away or shot them down. All I knew was that I had done my fair share as I had sent five Jap planes to hell!

The battle soon faded into darkness. What is happening to me? I feel weak, numb, tired. My eyes close and all becomes a blank and a blur.

Alvin's POV.(Mainland United Sates, December 7, 1941)

The way this day started gave me no indication it would end in such a tragic way. I was in my front yard playing catch with my 6-year-old son, John.

"Ok I'm ready, Dad. Throw it!" shouted John.

I smiled at my only son and tossed him the baseball.

"Yes! I caught it!" shouted John.

"Boys, it's time to come inside," Brittany, my beautiful wife, shouted from our house.

"Coming, Honey," I said with a smile. "John, I'll race you inside."

"Ok, Dad," said John.

He quickly ran ahead of me. I'd never tell him I let him win. As we neared the house we could smell the delicious dinner Brittany had fixed. John and I both reached for the biscuits she had already placed on the table.

"Don't you dare!" said Brittany. "Wash your hands first."

We both groaned, but did as she told us to.

"John, go tell you sisters dinner is ready," said Brittany.

"Yes, ma'am," said John as he ran off.

I kissed Brittany on her cheek and ran my hand over her hip. Even after giving me three children she had the body of a goddess.

"You'd better keep your hands to yourself," she warned.

Before I could protest, our daughters came in, 7-year-old Martha and 3-year-old Grace. As usual my little artist Martha had paint all over her dress.

"Oh, Martha!" sighed Brittany.

"Can this wait until after we eat?" asked John.

Brittany calmed herself down and we all sat down for dinner. Just after I said grace my younger brother Simon burst in. It was obvious he was upset.

"Simon what's wrong?" I asked.

"Have you had your radio on at all today?" asked Simon.

"No. It's broken," said Brittany. "Tell us what's wrong."

Simon gained his composure and said. "The Japanese have bombed Pearl Harbor!"

Theodore's Point of view.(Hawaii, Pearl Harbor)

Where am I? I think I'm dead. But am I? What's that noise I hear? It sounds like an angels voice. My head is pounding, one of my legs is throbbing. What is going on here? Am I dreaming? Did the Japs really attack? Was I in a car crash and dreamed this whole thing up? I can't seem to remember anything after it went dark.

"WHERE AM I?" I scream finding my voice. "OH MY GOD I AM BLIND!" My voice was hoarse and terrified.

"Its ok, you are fine. Just sit back and relax." A calm soothing voice said. It was a female and her every word echoed in my head. I was trying to figure out where I had heard that voice before. My face when taught and pale. I finally realized who the voice belonged to. It was…my…WIFE'S! Oh my GOD they got Ellie too. We are both dead!

"They got you too?" I asked in another hoarse sounding voice that showed all of my fear and worry.

"What are you talking about Theodore?" Ellie asked.

"I…I thought I was dead. I thought you had died too. I am scared. Where am I? Am I blind? Will I live? Is my leg okay?" I asked a million questions thundered out of my mouth. She put her finger on my lips to quiet me.

"One question at a time, you need to calm down. You are safe, no need to be afraid. No you are not blind. We are outside and the smoke from the harbor is blocking out the stars. You will live. Your leg will be fine after it gets a proper chance to heal." Eleanor said.

"What happened to me?" Theo asked calming down now.

"Well you were injured when your gun jammed. The metal ejector jacket shot into your leg and nicked your main artery in your leg causing you to bleed profusely. You are very lucky to have lived, not to mention that you were able to stay conscience till the end of the battle!" Ellie was about to break down. "Theodore promise me you will comeback home to me when this God awful war is over."

"Ellie you know…" Theodore was cut off.

"Promise me!" She cried into his shoulder.

"I promise I will." Theodore said afraid that this was one promise he might not be able to keep.

Alvin's POV.(Mainland United Sates, December 7, 1941)

My heart stopped as I listened to Simon. "What? That...that can't be true!"

"I just heard it," said Simon.

"Mommy, Auntie Eleanor and Uncle Theodore are there!" cried Martha. "Are they alright?"

Brittany fought back tears. "I...I'm sure they are."

"Kids, why don't you take your plates into the den? Your mom and I need to talk with your uncle." I said holding back my own tears.

"Yes, Dad." said John. He took his sisters into the other room.

"Simon, have they said anything about injuries or deaths?" I asked.

"It's too soon to tell," said Simon. He took a deep breath. "But it's expected the death toll is in the thousands."

Brittany sat silent. Her face turned pale. I knew she was thinking the worst. Suddenly my father Dave rushed into our home like Simon had done just minutes before. His eyes were red with tears.

"Dad?" I managed assuming the worst.

"Your brother's ship was completely destroyed," said Dave.

We did not know at this time Theodore had survived. Eleanor contacted us later that night. Those few hours of waiting seemed like years. Our children slept in between Brittany and myself in our bed. We wanted them close to us. The fear that we could be next loomed over our once peaceful nation.