Hi my name is William Crowe i’m a pilot in the U.S. Navy with my brother Charlie. We’d always grown up around planes, our dad was in he U.S. Airforce. We’d move from town to town, new shcools, new friends. He’d take us to the air bases each year there were newer and better planes each one better than the one before. Then came the Accident, some pilot screwed his landing and crashed. Dad was working in a nearby hanger and pulled out the pilot before the plane went up. He wasn’t killed but he couldn’t fly anymore. We found our selves working on a small potatoe patch in Idaho. The only thing we had out there was dirt and sky. Dad fixed up an old barnstormer. Me and Charlie flew the wings off that old crate. The Navy was our way out. Me Charlie and a long time friend of the family joined along with us with me and Charlie in the Navy and air service and Murphy in the Navy. We were all stationed at Pearl Harbor, Murphy got stationed on the most beautiful ship afloat. The U.S.S Arizona.
Chapter two December 7 1941
It was simple as any other morning me and Charlie were working on planes in the Hangar, We looked and saw Murphy standing on the Aft on the ship along with the rest of his crew mates. Charlie drops his wrench. “Whats wrong?” I asked. “Shh” he said “You hear that?”. All of a sudden i became aware to the sound of the whine form an aircraft engine. We both stepped outside to see what looked liked hundreds if not thousands of planes littering the sky. I soon realize that these are Japaneses planes. I tell Charlie to duck and cover. We see a splash in the water. A huge explosion rocked the oklahoma capsizing her. A group of marines runs up to use with machine guns, “Here be useful and help us take down these planes” I stare in Awe at this womdering what to do next , this wasn’t over yet, not by a long shot. To be Continued…..