|Arizona (standard:science fiction, 11394 words)|
|Author: Dano||Added: Sep 14 2000||Views/Reads: 2750/1576||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Reminicent of the movie "The Final Countdown", this is how I would have written the story of a time traveler ending up in Hawaii on December 6, 1941.|
12/4/97 God its sooo good to be on vacation!!! Finally in Hawaii, Amy and I arrived this afternoon, long flight, bad airline food. The "Paradise Resort Hotel" Amy wanted us to stay in is a little less appealing in real life than in the brochures. She still thinks it has "old Hawaiian charm", I think it stinks and still wish it had a pool. We had a nice dinner and a few drinks, heading for bed, planning an early morning tomorrow, lots of sights to see. We will start with the Arizona memorial and end with a wild night on the town! 12/5/97 Visited the Arizona memorial this morning. While I have always been interested in the tragedy at Pearl Harbor and read nearly every book about it, I couldn't believe the impact the experience had upon me. It was a beautiful morning, we arrived before the memorial opened because we heard it gets very crowded later in the day. We found a patch of grass where we could see the water and the monument which sits over the ship and sat down to wait. The memorial is a stark white against the green foliage of Ford Island and the translucent blue green waters of the harbor. The sun was just starting to crest the top of the hills behind us, promising another wondrous day in what I decided was truly paradise. During our wait, I tried to imagine the same wonderful morning, some fifty six years before. A quiet Sunday morning, the men aboard their ships start to come up from their bunks and stretch their arms towards the blue sky as a local fisherman's boat drifts slowly by rows of quiet ships. Birds lift from the palm trees amid a glorious song, into the gentle trade winds and ease south across the emerald green water towards the less inhabited end of the island. It became impossible to imagine how the scream of enemy planes, the shouts of panic, and the thunder of bombs could overpower such a beautiful, wondrous scene. Death and destruction in this incredible Eden was beyond the scope of imagination. When the memorial opened, we took our place in the theater and watched the historical drama unfold. The story of the Japanese march across the South Pacific, the tale of the attack, the epitaph of the Arizona and her 1100 men. I sat next to a Oriental couple and their son. At first I was a little uneasy, but the presentation was purely historical, no blame, no negative sentiment, just an historical documentary of the events of December 7, 1941. The film and lecture left us in a pallid silence as we filed out of the theater and onto the boat for a short trip across the harbor to the Arizona monument. Again, in the sunlight, trying to visualize torpedo bombers coming out of the hills with their engines roaring, their deafening explosions, was all to hard to picture. Got back to the Cockroach Inn, took a nap, headed for Waikiki beach, its not even a real beach! It a bunch of sand dumped on the coral. Went for a swim and skinned my knee on a coral reef about 100 yards off the beach. Can't wait to get to Maui's beaches 12/6/97 1:27 AM, Big night on Waikiki. Started with a booze cruise and then hit the dance clubs. Drank way too much but isn't that what vacations all about?? Too hard to type right now, tired, going to bed. Amy and I had been dating for just over a year and had planned this as our first "real" vacation. Amy's definition of a "real" vacation was bound by the constraits that you must get on an airplane, stay in a hotel, and not come in contact with any old friends or family. These guidelines worked fine for me and I was thrilled to be in the tropics again, and especially with Amy. We had met when she purchased a home a year ago. I was her loan officer, we clicked the moment she walked into my office. I invented reasons to call her, invented forms she needed to come and sign, and even attended her closing, something I rarely did. She was wonderful and funny, we got along great. We shared similar interests in Scuba Diving, travel, whitewater rafting, and beer drinking. We had similar cars, dogs, houses, and each owned a older second car, hers a 65' Chevy pickup and mine a 68' Firebird convertable. I awoke to the sounds of two men arguing on the street outside. I couldn't make it all out but it had something to do with a delivery of fish to the restaurant next door. Amy had insisted that we stay at The Seven Seas Hotel, an old hotel she had heard about. "It has the romance of the 30's" she quoted the shiny pamphlet. What it had was poor air ventilation, cockroaches, and a bad smell. I tried covering Click here to read the rest of this story (891 more lines)
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