This is a poem that I wrote in my 10th grade Honors English class.  Honestly…it’s the only poem that I’ve ever liked of mine too. lol

Day That Will Live in Infamy

It was the summer of 1939 and the war seemed far away
But there were reports of the bombings on the news every day
Because of my military background, I was worried that I would be enlisted in the Air Force
But the President said that we would stay neutral during the course

Everything was normal, but not for long
Soon the air raid sirens would sound like a song
Up in the air, the bullets flying past
Hoping every hope that I would get to go home fast

Now it is winter of ’40 and on the ground a blanket of snow lay
I just got summoned that I had gotten enlisted, and my wife said, “I won’t let you go until I’ve had my say.”
I let her have her say and I responded, “I’ve let you have your say, but I’ve got to be on my way.  The plane is waiting and so is the training, but I’ll write when I get to the headquarters for the Air Force.”
And so I left.  I was stationed in Pearl Harbor, Hawaii and everything was calm
Because I was manning the telegram, I was learning a code by a man named Morse

Everything was normal, but not for long
Soon the air raid sirens would sound like a song
Up in the air, the bullets flying past
Hoping every hope that I would get to go home fast

It’s December of 1941 and the most horrid thing just happened at Pearl Harbor Bay
Just moments ago, the commander’s voice sound the alarm, “Squadron 5, Squadron 5, report to your planes immediately!”  That was my squadron and as I rushed to my plane, I thought about this day
Most people thought that it was a drill, but as soon as they went outside, they saw that it wasn’t a drill.  The Commander came out and said, “Get a move on!  This isn’t training anymore, this is the Air Force!”
The planes took off and soon I saw what lay in our course

Everything was normal, but not for long
Soon the air raid sirens would sound like a song
Up in the air, the bullets flying past
Hoping every hope that I would get to go home fast

A flock of Japanese planes were lying in our way
They had just bombed Pearl Harbor Bay
Below our planes lay bombed out ships, where the bombs were right on course
Shocked to see what lay ahead, the Air Force opened fire on the Japanese.  The flying bullets were right on course

Everything was normal, but not for long
Soon the air raid sirens would sound like a song
Up in the air, the bullets flying past
Hoping every hope that I would get to go home fast

Then, so suddenly, a bullet ripped through my right wing
I screamed, “May Day, May Day!  My plane has been hit!  I’m coming down!  I repeat, May Day, May Day!”
Because I couldn’t control my plane anymore, I ejected and floated safely to the ground, but my plane went flying away
I trudged back to the headquarters of the Air Force, and there waiting for me was an urgent telegram from my wife that was coming through in morse
I waited to see what it said and then went to my room in the headquarters of the Air Force

Everything was normal, but not for long
Soon the air raid sirens would sound like a song
Up in the air, the bullets flying past
Hoping every hope that I would get to go home fast

I called my wife later that day
She said, “Congratulations, you’re a father.  I had a baby two weeks ago, and her name is May.”
Now I can’t wait to leave the Air Force
To be on my way home, right on course

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