by Bridget M.
It was a cool December morning around 7:40 a.m when Jamie went outside to see if the toad he had caught the previous day was still in his cage. The cage was hand made out of some string, wood and leaves. The toad he had caught was hopping around, trying to catch a fly that was just outside his reach. Jamie swatted down the fly and gave it to the toad who gobbled it right up.
“Jamie”, His mom called, “come and get your jacket.”
He called back,” In a second.”
He was just about to go in when he saw a big black ball hurtling down from the sky. When he looked around, he saw that there were more of them hurtling at breakneck speed toward Pearl Harbor. As he looked closer, he realized that they were bombs. When he looked even closer, he saw torpedo planes, high-level bombers, dive bombers, and fighters. When the bombs were only a meter or two away from the ground, loud ear splitting screeches sounded.
It was the bombing siren telling everybody to get to safety. The military forces or the ones that could get together came to try and protect the harbor. But it was too late, it was all too late. His dad yelled for him to come in but he couldn’t move. His dad pulled him inside as he had gone numb. He wasn’t able to process a thought, he could only think about how Pearl Harbor had been bombed. When the bombing was over he went outside to check on his toad it was dead. The U.S was going to war. A war they had wanted nothing to do with.
It was early on a cool December morning when Yuki boarded a bomer plan to attack Pearl Harbor. His mission was to board the plane bomb Pearl harbor then leave. The plane was fun to operate and he loved to fly but the thing that bothered him was what he was being forced to do while flying. Now it was time to start the attack. He rose his plane up into the sky and fired, bomb after bomb. Sand was fling up in every direction, and there we people outside running around screaming. The sirens were late. There was blood everywhere. Yuki hated this feeling he was having and he hated seeing all these people being hurt for their country’s good decision. Even though he hated it he keeped firing and he hated himself for that. When he ran out of bombs he looked out the window and the harbor was a mess of bodies and destruction. Then he turned and started his long flight back to Japan.