Pearl...
Fred Ward was a commissary man (I'm just a cook!) in the USN at Pearl that day. He had started to serve brunch in the Officer mess over on the north side of Ford Island, a small airstrip in the middle of the harbor, and where battleship row and the AZ were tied up. He told me "Johnny, when the s... started happening, I figured the place to be was in the officers pool across the street. I set out at a dead run and, looking over my shoulder, dove head long into the deep end. Dammed near killed me, the pool had been drained and there was only about 4" of water in it." Uncle Fred suffered a broken coller bone and contusions, but he was a 6'4" lumberjack, and feared no 3 men. He served on a couple of tin cans I think, and told of shooting KK planes for three or four hours on end.
He continued to be a cook, uncommonly good with a skillet. I remember his elk roasts cooked in an iron Dutch oven over an open campfire, wild garlic, a can of beer in the mix...
When my wife and I visited him in 1973, he couldn't remember if he promised terryaky (SP?) ribs or pot roast, so he fixed both, with homemade fresh mayo on the coleslaw... The family misses him but remembers.
I was stationed at FICPAC on Ford Island (62-65), as a photographer in the only class B lab in the Navy. We had scads of these photos, all are in the archives and were trotted out for copies when the VIP's came (like John Wayne). I have a bunch of the stuff put away somewhere, including some BDA stuff out of the Japanese gun cameras. I showed them to Uncle Fred when I returned home in '65, and we sat for a long time and he talked about that day and other days that he had never talked about before. It was a short 20 years ago that he had lived through it all, kinda like telling the guys now about VietNam.
So tip one up with me for Uncle Fred, he was a good guy, you would've liked him.