If you, or someone you know, were under the age of 18, living near a Hawaiian military base on December 7, 1941, and have recollections of the event, we would like to hear your story. We are searching for interview subjects and any photos or mementos that help tell the story of Hawaiian military family life in the years prior and during World War II.
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CHILDREN OF PEARL 
My father was an officer in the US Army, stationed at Fort Kamehameha. At the time, he was a Captain in the Coast Artillery.
The morning of the attack, we were awakened by the noise of the bombing. My sister, age 6, had a fear of thunderstorms, and went into my parents’ bedroom, upset because she thought the attack was thunder. My mother, with real aplomb, calmed her by saying, “Don’t worry, seeetie, it’s not thunder. It’s only bombs.”
This quieted my sister.
As my father pulled on his uniform, our mother had my sister and me stand in interior doorways for what protection they affoprded.
We eact stood there, hearing explosions and feeling the house shake. The vibrations stirred up dust, and from where I stood, In cpould see motes of dust dancing in a sunbeam that came past the edge of a windowshade.
At age 4, I had practically no idea what was happening, but for that reason, I wasn’t frightened.
Eventually, the noise ended, and shortly, a bus came and evacuated us to Battery Hasbrouk, a mortar emplacement that was converted to a makeshift “bomb shelter” (which is what we kids referred to it).
While I was there, a lady handed me a square of waffle, which I ate, and I never thanked her, sorry to say. Later activities (blackouts, etc.) I recall very well.