Far away, 18 US fighter planes were flying in the towards the harbor, unaware of the battle they were nearing.

"Look sharp, men," said the leader pilot on his radio. "Once our search from Enterprise is completely, we'll reach Ford Island in no time."

But as they neared the harbor, they began to notice what looks like planes in the air, sinking ships and destroying other military things such as blowing up some fuel tankers at one of the docks. From how things looked, it looked like a battle seeing that men on the ground and on the ships were returning fire.

"Hey, I think something might be going wrong over there," said one of the pilots by radio.

"Yeah, you're right. And it looks like an air raid," the leader replied before putting on a brave face. "We'll have to help them! Get ready for battle, guys! We're going in!"

And they flew towards the battlefield, determined to save Pearl Harbor.

At Wheeler airfield, it was pure mayhem. Men were rushing to their guns, trying to shoot the zeroes and bombers down, but not with a lot of success. Several people were getting hurt or killed in an instant. Many men were brought into Schofield barracks, where the nurses, including Evira, were doing their best to help the men, but it wasn't all easy street anymore as the casualties were starting to pile up.

"Bring them in! We need to make room for anyone who's injured!" called Evira urgently to other nurses, ushering the hurt men inside the barracks to the nursing quarters.

A little while ago, Evira had seen two planes land here earlier, she recognized the two being Kenneth and George and saw them running towards some of the officers.

"Sorry we're late!" panted Kenneth.

"Yes, we got held up at Ewa after taking off from Haleiwa, taking down some dive bombers," added George. "Their whole base was completely destroyed!"

"Never mind, you're here now," said one officer. "Leave your planes here and get to the guns. I'll need all the men I can take."

"But sir, we're pilots!" argued Kenneth. "We can handle combat in the air better than on the ground."

"Zeroes are faster than P-40's," said another officer sternly. "You'll never be able to outrun them!"

"We don't have to," put in George. "We just have to take off behind them rather than in front of them so we can shoot them down before they get the chance to!"

"We know what we're doing, sir!" said Kenneth bravely. "And we know what we're risking, but it might be our best shot at saving this island!"

The officers had to think quickly, but ultimately gave in as they let them grab some 50-caliber weapons for their planes. Even now, Evira couldn't help but admire their bravery as she worked on the double, helping the wounded.

Phil, still in his pajamas from that horrifying start, not even daring to think about anything else but finding a plane to fly and protect their base. Bue he was having trouble finding one as many bombs dropped onto the hangers that were housing their planes, destroying them in an instant. But at last, he found one hanger untouched with a P-36 Hawk aircraft safely tucked underneath it. A welder was hiding inside for cover as Phil rushed towards him.

"Hey, is this plane ready to fly?" Phil asked urgently.

"Yes, but it still needs to be loaded with ammunition," replied the welder.

Phil nodded and quickly climbed into the cockpit, turning on the engine, and carefully moving it while dodging rapid-fire by zeroes towards the revetment building where all the ammunition were stored. There, he stopped the plane, hopped off, and began loading the ammunition at once. It took a while until he finally got it fully armed and loaded for battle.

At that moment, the zeroes somehow started leaving, leaving the men confused.

"Maybe they're now going home," muttered Evira.

But Phil however knew better. He had a feeling they were going to come back.

"This is my chance," he said to himself as he got on the plane. "And I'm not going to waste it!"

"Count us in!" said a voice on his radio.

Phil turned and saw three unscathed planes moving out of the hangers towards the runway. Phil smiled as he followed them towards the runway. Once there, they began to pick up speed until they were fast enough to pull on the nozzles, lifting the three planes into the air. The men on the ground cheered as they saw them take off, even Evira was pleased. If more were coming, those three brave souls will be there!

At the Tripler Hospital, it became very chaotic as all the hospital beds were filled and some rooms had to be cleared to make room for makeshift wards and beds so more patients can get in to be treated. Also, the nurses now had to sort the patients out by marking them on their foreheads before bringing them inside. The ones that couldn't be saved had to be put to the side so they could be comfortable as they pass on. All the nurses were getting overwhelmed.

But, while marking them, Finé had a big problem. She tried marking someone's forehead, but the marker had run dry from how many others she had marked.

"This one's out!" called Finé to Gertrude.

"Use another!" Gertrude called back.

"There's isn't another!" shouted Finé in frustration, showing her the markers. "They're all dry!"

Gertrude began to get frustrated herself as she let out an exasperated moan.

"Use something else to mark with. Use lipstick if you have to!" she ordered before going back to work.

Finé looked at the lipstick she had carried with her and knew what she had to do as she began using to mark the wounded inside to their wards.

It felt like ages for Finé, and she was getting tired. There was a whole horde of them coming and some soldiers had to push them back so the nurses at the door could mark them before letting them in. She knew this was important and didn't let that bother her, but it was all starting to wear on her just like it was wearing on all the others that were there. But at last came a time where Finé had to change shifts with another nurse.

"I've never seen so many people," said the nurse. "And I thought Hickam was having it bad."

Hearing this caught Finé's deep attention.

"What did you say?" she asked.

"I just got word that Hickam Field's been bombed," the nurse answered.

This news horrified Finé.

"Izetta works there!" she whispered.

She began wondering if she was alright, especially with the thought of her handling this all alone. But she looked at the swarm of injured sailors still coming in a panicked frenzy. She didn't know what to do.

"Finé, it's okay," said the nurse. "I'll handle things from here, you go make sure she's okay."

"But my duty..."

"I said it's okay!" said the nurse firmly. "I'll take responsibility. You go quickly!"

Finé still wasn't sure, she couldn't leave them, but she sure as hell hoped Izetta would be alright. If anything happened to her, she could never forgive herself, but she would never forgive herself here either. But the nurse nodded in approval. Finé's fists hardened, and she shut her eyes tight, trembling before finally taking off down the road towards Hickam Field.

"Hang on, Izetta. I'm coming!" she said in her mind.

At the harbor, it was entirely a warzone as planes, ships and ground equipment were battling each other to the death. Bodies were piling up. But they were starting to fight back. While the Vestal managed to escape, the USS Curtiss managed to shoot down one of the zeroes, which then crashed into one of its cranes.

The men were still fighting on the dry dock, but the strain was beginning to tell. A bomb fell between the two destroyers, Cassin and the Downes, exploding on impact with the dry dock floor. To make matters worse, the explosion ruptured the Cassin's fuel tanks, causing a big fire that grew so large on both destroyers, it spread quickly to the Pennsylvania as some soldiers, sailors, and George Walters on the crane watched in horror.

Seeing how bad the stakes are with the ships on fire, he quickly opened the door and called down to the men down below.

"Flood the dock!" he called. "It will douse out most of the fire!"

The men didn't need to think twice, so they hurried to the valves and turned them. In response, very slowly, the doors opened, and water began spilling into the dock, filling it. It indeed helped in putting out most of the fire, but it would take time for the water to fill all the way to sea level. In the meantime, the men on the ships could fend for themselves.

During so, George noticed the USS Shaw on the floating dry dock getting hammered by the Japs and was already in a raging fire as the men quickly jumped ship as the dock sunk into the water to douse them. But they were taking time until the inevitable happened. The fire spread into the destroyer's forward magazine, demolishing it in a huge explosion.

After that, George began to see a Japanese Val dive bomber, diving down towards them, ready to drop a bomb on the Pennsylvania when suddenly, the plane was struck by anonymous rapid fire, causing the plane to explode. The men on the dock were surprised until they saw what looks like a US dive bomber flying by, followed by another and another and a US cruiser plane!

"Sorry to be tardy to the party!" called one of the US pilots to the men below. "But Squadron 6 has arrived to join the fight!"

That's right, it was the 18 planes from the USS Enterprise! The men started cheering, knowing that there was still a glimmer of hope yet with their newly found reinforcements. One of the pilots on one of the US dive bombers noticed a Japanese Zero flying behind, preparing to strafe it.

"You ready back there?" the pilot called to his gunman in the back.

"As ready as I'll ever be!" the gunman responded before aiming his 50-calibur gun at the zero and firing until the zero was hit and started to fall. "Yeah! Take that you son of a bitch!"

Close by, a zero was chasing two US dive bombers, firing at the both of them. It only got one of them, but that was just before the other US plane shot down the zero.

George watched the dogfight through the window of his crane.

"Well, I'll be damned," he muttered with a smile.

KABOOM!

An explosion suddenly went off on the both the Downes and Cassin from where their magazines were. Just after, with a loud groan, the Cassin began to lean sideways towards the Downes until she rested on its hull.

The pilots in the US dive bomber planes noticed this. They began to get worried, but one wasn't ready to back down.

"Come on, everyone!" called the leading pilot. "We're not out yet! We'll never stop until we reclaim this harbor!"

With that, they continued to stay in the ultimate battle for Pearl.

At Hickam Field, men were still trying to fight on their 50-calibers while some tried to shelter themselves. But one of the planes had bombed the big barracks, killing several men still inside.

In the hospital, Izetta had just finished stitching and bandaging one of the men. Her uniform was getting stained with blood from each patient she worked with. And each patient she had to work with, they all reminded her of how hurt the Jews in her old village looked when they were either shot down by the Nazis or taken to the camp. Once she was done with him, she rushed to the lobby for her next one.

However, among those who were taken in by the other nurses, she noticed one of those not picked yet was someone she knew very well not too long ago and gasped in horror.

"Grandma!" Izetta screamed as she rushed to her grandmother, laying weak and wounded by the wall with a pool of blood near her.

"I... Izetta," her grandmother breathed weakly.

"It's okay, I got you," said Izetta as she pulled her up and carried her by an arm around her shoulder to an empty nursing ward.

She laid her on the bed and took a look at what she was dealing with. Her grandmother had a piece of shrapnel embedded in her mid-section and was still bleeding quick. Izetta covered her mouth, horrified before madly shaking her head, quickly getting a hold of herself and snatching bandage wrap, pads, and sponges, using the last two to press hard on the wound to stop the bleeding, but it only slowed it down just a little as the blood was seeping through them.

"Don't worry, Grandma. I'm going to save you!" said Izetta with determination.

"I... I don't think... I can make it... grandchild," her grandmother wheezed.

"It's not true!" shouted Izetta. "You will make it, I just know you will! And I'll make sure it happens!" she said, pressing her grandmother's wound tighter.

"It's not... going to make a difference," her grandmother said. "I'm already fading."

"NO, YOU'RE NOT!" Izetta yelled. "I won't let you! You're all I have left, you hear me?!"

Her grandmother raised her hand to touch Izetta's face as Izetta clasped it with her own free hand.

"Hear me, grandchild," she panted with exhaustion. "I had a good life. Just seeing your face... after all these years... is good enough for me. My life... is fulfilled. You continue... to help those... who can't help themselves. Even so, the world darkens... so survive... and just remember... you... are never... alone!"

She drew her last breath and she lay motionless. Izetta felt her heart shatter like glass. She tried shaking her to wake her up, but to no avail.

"Grandma? No-no-no, please! God, please no!" she pleaded, pressing her hand harder on the wound and shaking her to wake her up while tearing up. "Wake up! I need you! I don't want to be all alone, Grandma, please! Not like this! Please!"

But no response came from her. Her grandmother was gone.

Tears fell from poor Izetta's eyes, streaming down her face as she began to weep with her head buried in her deceased grandmother's shoulder and mourned.

In the meantime, she could hear the sounds of gunfire and the cries of all those being gunned down outside, knowing that the Japs were still attacking the men and their equipment mercilessly. It wasn't fair! Her mother and father were already killed years ago. And now, fate had claimed her grandmother, the only person left in her whole family, just when they had finally reunited after years of separation. The very thought infuriated her. She had never felt so angry in her whole life. She could never forgive them! NEVER! Fully enraged, Izetta rose up with her face stained with tears and started marching towards the doorway leading to the field while Annie's calls to her were left on deaf ears. Nothing else mattered to her now, she had finally reached her breaking point and couldn't stand it anymore, only one thing was on her mind!

Izetta rushed out the doors and saw the Japs still attacking. She spotted a nearby 50-caliber where a soldier lay dead and immediately shoved the corpse aside before taking the gun and shooting at the planes in a blind rage, letting out an angry cry.

"DIE YOU BASTARDS!" she screamed.

At that moment, Finé arrived on the scene, out of breath after rushing all the way from Tripler hospital. She was surprised to find her friend on the gun, shooting the Japs.

"Izetta?" Finé whispered.

But the rapid-fire was so loud, Izetta didn't hear her. All she could focus on was shooting the enemy planes in the air. She saw a zero trying to strafe the men on the ground and fired at the plane. Her flak hit the aircraft, ripping off both the propeller and a wing, causing it to spiral out of control, falling until it crashed into the ground, disappearing in a cloud of dust.

Finé was amazed at how the originally, scared and timid Izetta was able to shoot down a Japanese aircraft but was more concerned about her friend's rageful behavior.

At Wheeler, Welch had already taken off with his fully armed P-40 while Taylor had just gotten his ready. He strapped himself in, closed the canopy, and rolled the plane onto the runway, knocking a box of ammo sitting on its wing off as it started moving. Just as he did, he noticed a plane was coming from far behind.

"Oh shit!" he muttered.

But then he noticed that it was only a Japanese Val bomber. He knew they couldn't bomb a grounded plane without crashing, and that gave him an idea.

"I have to do it!" he thought to himself as he pushed on the throttle and sped the plane down the runway.

Once he was at the right speed, Taylor pulled on the stick and the plane started to lift off the ground. The moment the plane was airborne, he tilted the plane and turned it around 180 as it climbed up, firing in the process, and the Jap was shot down to the ground.

Welch saw the whole thing.

"Whoo! Yeah, the chandelle!" he cheered. "Come on, Taylor! Pearl needs our help!"

Taylor gave Welch a thumbs-up and together, they both flew high into the sky.

They reach high over Pearl harbor, but it wasn't a pretty site in the air. Clouds and smoke from burning battleships were everywhere. It was hard for them to see! Taylor soon couldn't see Welch anywhere! Before he even knew it, he suddenly found himself with Japs surrounding him!

A dive bomber's rear gunner started firing at the P-40, missing a little until one of the flaks shot into the cockpit, nearly missing Taylor's head. The impact to the back caused the bullet to explode only just a bit with small bits of shrapnel stabbing Taylor through his arm and leg. He let out a painful cry, but he was still alive, just only bleeding a little. He was lucky where they hit missed his vital points and his plane could still fly. As he began to recover, flak had struck the dive bomber in front of Taylor and was shot down. That flak came from Welch, who flew down beside his partner while the Japs dispersed.

"Taylor, are you alright?" asked Welch with concern on his speaker.

"I'm fine, it's just a few scratches!" grunted Taylor.

"Do you want to go back? I'll take over from here," said Welch.

Despite his current injuries, Taylor would be shamed if he turned back now.

"There's no way I'm landing back at Haleiwa a quitter, Welch," he panted bravely, grabbing both hands on the stick. "It just scared the hell out of me, that's all. I can still fight!"

"Then let's go!" said Welch.

They split up and hunted down Japs. Taylor spotted one zero in front and, despite his injuries, he fired and landed several hits on it, successfully shooting it down.

"Yeah! It isn't cool when someone's shooting back at you, huh?!" exclaimed Taylor at the crashing zero with glee.

Back at Hickam, the wrecked zero that Izetta had shot down lay in a heap with smoke billowing from several flames. However, the pilot was able to climb is way out, but with only one leg as his other one was crushed by the impact. He fell over the side onto the ground and panted wearly.

After resting for a moment, he failed to notice a figure walking towards him until it was right in front of him. It was feminine with short red hair and wearing a blood-stained nurse's uniform, without the hat, and covered in dust and dirt. Her expression was blank but with a small frown, wide eyes and shrunken pupils. Just by looking at her, you could tell she was livid. And with the flaming wreckage of burning buildings behind her, it made her look menacing, like some kind of demonic witch.

After marching over, Izetta stared the pilot after arriving and took a look at the brand of the Japanese Imperial Navy on the plane's wreckage for a brief moment before looking back at him.

Going into a paniced frenzy, the pilot dug into his belt and quickly pulled out his gun, only for Izetta to grab it by the barrel, aiming it away from her right before he pulled the trigger to shoot. She then pulled it out of his hands. Growing desperate, the pilot reached into the cockpit and pulled out a hand mic to radio the admiral, pressing the button to talk. But before he could speak, the scary nurse spoke first.

"This is just so easy for you, isn't it?" she said to him in a hissing tone. "Sure, I had to witness seeing my people being murdered in their homes and brought into camps for execution. They could just do away with them and think nothing of it, even when they said promised our freedom."

The pilot breathed, trying to calm down until what she said next startled him.

"But you... having the nerve to waltz here and slaughter so many innocent people. Men, women, children! They all had families to go back to, they all had their lives ahead of them, and you people took them all away! Should we all have to suffer just like you have? Just how many more do you plan to kill, huh? Until you wipe out this whole island?!"

The pilot was so scared to move, he could only quiver fearfully.

"Well, I'm not listening to anymore lies. Let me tell you something instead. I'm coming to Japan." she said. "And when I do, I will hunt down and massacre each and every one of your people, mercilessly purging each town, village and city, one by one, until not a single life remains in your country! And I will never stop... not until it's entirely blanketed in red with skeletons laying on them! And the entire time, I will take... great... pure... joy in it!"

The pilot's eyes went blank in horror, growing more fearful every minute with every word he heard.

"Remember these words! Your days are numbered. Because I'm coming..." she said, pulling the gun up, pointing on the pilot's forehead, "...for you!"

BANG!

Izetta pulled the trigger and with a flash from the gun, the pilot dropped dead to the ground. Izetta looked at the dead Japanese pilot blankly without sympathy.

"Damn filthy trash!" she hissed bitterly. "Worthless like the rest of them!"

"IZETTA!"

Hearing that cry snapped Izetta back into reality as she looked up, confused before turning to find a shocked and scared Finé, standing several feet away, looking at her with wide eyes and her mouth agape. At first, she wondered why she was looking at her like that until she realized one of her hands was holding something and looked down at what it was.

It was a gun! And it was smoking from the barrel, like it had just shot recently. And behind the gun, she noticed the Japanese pilot lying lifeless on the ground with blood escaping through each end of his skull and pooling around.

By seeing both the gun and the corpse, she put the two and two together and she froze as the horrible realization kicked in. She had just shot someone! She had shot someone dead! In cold blood! Her voiced quivered and her hand holding the gun trembled as her grip loosened until she let go of the gun, dropped it. Then, after a second, Izetta fell to her knees, dropping her hands into the puddle of the dead pilot's blood. Breathing heavily, she lifted her hands to look at her palms, all covered in the dead pilot's blood.

Deeply overcome with burning guilt, she teared up before letting out a loud cry to the heavens, yelling out more until she was sobbing uncontrolably with the flaming debris around her.

However, Izetta had never realized that while she was talking to that pilot, his hand was still pressing on the talk button of his device the whole time, which relayed her whole speech to the bridge on the Akagi, where Yamamoto had heard every word while standing on duty with Genda and other crew members. He grew fearful himself as his eyes widened in horror and his mouth opened a little, slowly breathing heavily.

On the outskirts of the harbor, the USS Nevada was still making its escape. And, for a moment, it looked like they were going to make it. But suddenly, the captain noticed Japanese Val dive bombers in the sky, already having begun diving towards them and dropping their bombs at them.

"Incoming!" called the captain.

The vessel was bombarded with five bombs, exploding everywhere: one in the galley, one in the port director platform, one at the base of upper deck stack, and one near No. 1 turret, forecastle, killing more men in the blasts and weakening the ship further. Luckly, Edward and Donald were able to survive and keep their footing from the shockwaves, but the ship was now badly crippled, and water started cascading in uncontrollably.

The captain on the bridge knew there was no way she would stay afloat for much longer. They might likely have an hour or so before they sink. He saw the beach nearby and made a decision.

"We have to run her aground!" he said to his crew. "It's the only way we can save this ship now! Hard to port!"

The man at the helm quickly turned the wheel all the way to port and the ship began turning towards the beach.

Back on the Akagi's bridge, the radio operator returned to report their current progress so far.

"We're doing great!" he said. "We may have lost some planes and they may have gotten some little reinforcements from the US Navy, but their fleet are weakening drastically!"

"Good," said Genda before turning to Yamamoto. "We're ready to send out the third wave on your command. Only one more and their whole fleet is gone!"

But Yamamoto's voice quivered as kept thinking about Izetta's vengeful words from earlier. He wasn't sure whether it was real or bluff, but the tone of her voice at that moment was very terrifying. Her words just kept echoing in his mind. They just would never stop. They just kept going on and on and on.

"No!" said Yamamoto at last, getting everyone's attention. "We've done enough. We no longer have surprise, not while some of the US Navy already know about it," he went on. "We're cancelling the third wave. Order all the pilots out there back at once. We're going home."

"Admiral?" Genda spoke.

"That's an order!" snapped Yamamoto before leaving the bridge, returning to his quarters without another word and leaving Genda and the other crew bewildered.

In the sky near Kaneohe Bay, Rasmussen and his three other pilots were shooting down some Japs trying to shoot back at them. Rasmussen tried to fire with his 30-calibur gun, but it was jammed and couldn't use it. Grunting in frustration, he moved to the 50-calibur gun and started aiming at one of the Japs.

"This one's limited in ammunition, but it's worth it!" he thought as he fired.

Both planes twisted and turned with the Jap trying to outrun the P-36 chasing behind. As luck would have it, Rasmussen's shots managed to successfully shoot the Jap down from the sky.

"Woohoo!" he cheered.

But his celebration was short lived when he felt flak on his plane by another Jap, badly damaging the rudder. It seemed that Rasmussen would get shot down until the Jap was shot down by one of his comrades.

"We got your back, leutenant!" called the pilot.

Rasmussen smiled until he noticed felt his plane's engine suddenly quit. He tried to get it working again, but it wouldn't start. There was worse to come, the stick wouldn't respond either. The plane started to take a nosedive through the clouds.

Behind them, several Japs spotted them and were about to give chase and shoot them down when the leading pilot heard someone speaking in his headset.

"Fugita, this is Genda, you and all pilots are to return to the carriers immediately."

"But sir, we're just about to take down a few P-36's in front of us! Over!" Fugita argued.

"Don't argue!" shouted Genda through the speaker. "Tell your men to retreat to their designated carriers. This is a direct order from Admiral Yamamoto himself! Out!"

Fugita looked at the planes and grimaced with a grunt before channeling his headset.

"All units, the attack is over, we are to return to the carriers at once. Admiral's orders!"

With that, he and his unit began to turn their planes back towards the ocean where their carriers were waiting for them.

Meanwhile, Rasmussen tried to get the plane back under control, but it still wouldn't budge. It just kept falling, faster and faster as it fell.

"Come on, work you!" he grunted, shaking the controls.

Through the clouds, he began to see a sihlouette of the mountains below. He tried to eject, but knob wouldn't work. All he could do was try to get the plane out of its stall. He shook them harder, but not too hard in case they would break. The terrain came nearer and nearer.

"Come on, come on... FLY DAMN YOU! FLY!"

He had just fell out of the clouds and the mountains were just in clear sight, seeming very clouds when... the plane's engine coughed! It coughed again and again and again until the propeller finally began spinning again and he pulled his plane out of the dive, turning on the stick to turn away from the mountain, which he barely managed because of the damaged rudder, which seemed ready to rip off at any moment.

"YES! YEAH!" Rasmussen cheered with glee, pumping his fist. "THAT'A GIRL! THAT'S MY BABY!"

And he carefully flew the plane back towards Wheeler.