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I remember the first time I made a port call in Pearl.
I was on a boomer back then. The few times we were allowed to pull in, they stuck us over at Ford Island, way the heck away from everyone else except for Missouri; we were generally berthed right near her - where she used to be berthed, anyway. (An experience that followed me on the Sacramento, where we were usually anchored out to sea...something about so many thousands of tons of ordnance or something. ) Transportation was erratic and it was a real PITA to cross the bridge to the mainland on foot. I spent some time walking around the island once.
I noticed odd things - weird (to me) damage to the pier we always seemed to be at, and what looked strangely like bullet holes all over the old unused runway and some of the WWII-era structures...not to mention the plaques on our little-used pier detailing which ships had been berthed there during the attack and what had become of them. I wasn't much of a history buff and didn't learn until years later that these were, in fact, bullet holes left from the attack that had never been repaired. Being far more interested in the war in the Pacific these days, I've seen much evidence of war all over Guam, dove on the wrecks of a maru and a shot-up Zeke, visited landing sites and old emplacements, seen the sun rise over Mt. Suribachi from the distance (we couldn't actually go to the island unfortunately)...even stumbled over UXO and debris from the era in my own theater of operations. None of it moved me as deeply as what I saw in Pearl Harbor and whenever I think of WWII, the first thing I think of is that runway. (The second is that Zeke. I recall the canopy being open. I sure hope the pilot made it out of that bird.)
Everyone owes it to themselves to visit the Arizona at least once in their lives. I'll leave it at that. Whenever we entered or left Pearl we rendered honors to her. These were probably the only times I didn't mind being up on deck in my whites and snapping salutes.
I was on a boomer back then. The few times we were allowed to pull in, they stuck us over at Ford Island, way the heck away from everyone else except for Missouri; we were generally berthed right near her - where she used to be berthed, anyway. (An experience that followed me on the Sacramento, where we were usually anchored out to sea...something about so many thousands of tons of ordnance or something. ) Transportation was erratic and it was a real PITA to cross the bridge to the mainland on foot. I spent some time walking around the island once.
I noticed odd things - weird (to me) damage to the pier we always seemed to be at, and what looked strangely like bullet holes all over the old unused runway and some of the WWII-era structures...not to mention the plaques on our little-used pier detailing which ships had been berthed there during the attack and what had become of them. I wasn't much of a history buff and didn't learn until years later that these were, in fact, bullet holes left from the attack that had never been repaired. Being far more interested in the war in the Pacific these days, I've seen much evidence of war all over Guam, dove on the wrecks of a maru and a shot-up Zeke, visited landing sites and old emplacements, seen the sun rise over Mt. Suribachi from the distance (we couldn't actually go to the island unfortunately)...even stumbled over UXO and debris from the era in my own theater of operations. None of it moved me as deeply as what I saw in Pearl Harbor and whenever I think of WWII, the first thing I think of is that runway. (The second is that Zeke. I recall the canopy being open. I sure hope the pilot made it out of that bird.)
Everyone owes it to themselves to visit the Arizona at least once in their lives. I'll leave it at that. Whenever we entered or left Pearl we rendered honors to her. These were probably the only times I didn't mind being up on deck in my whites and snapping salutes.