Personal Narrative: My First Pacific War

As I arose from my deep, comforting sleep, I was greeted by the bone chilling air of the Pacific. As I lay flat on my back staring at the moldy, white ceiling, I, heard a distant noise. As my ears slowly started to focus in, all I could hear was “This is not a drill! I repeat this is not a drill!” Scrambling to find my pants I suddenly realize, that i’m the only one left in my Barracks. It looks as if they had left for the raid without me, or maybe an early birthday surprise party? With all of these thoughts going through my head I ran up the final 3 stairs toward the flight deck, I was blinded by the rays of a beautiful sunrise. Still deafened by the sirens going off around me, I managed to read the lips of my longtime friend Jack, it looked
Following the orders to launch, we were put to the task of lightening the planes significantly. We did everything from replacing the mounted machine guns with painted broomsticks, throwing out all of the ammo and even removing some of the interior. We were finally ready. Before climbing into the cabin of the B-25s some of the men strapped previous Japanese peace medals to some of the bombs, they called it ‘Giving The Medals Back.’ All of us shared a chuckle at the idea, just to keep the fear from spilling out upon us. Following the sympathy laugh, we took a few pictures in front of the freshly painted noses of our planes, unknowingly that it would be slapped on the cover of tomorrow's newspaper. As we entered the rear of the B-25 everyone wished the best of luck and gave their final goodbyes, for they were anxious and uncertain at what was to
We searched the plane up and down,then our hopes suddenly dropped. The strange beeping sound was coming from the fuel monitor, we had less than 10 miles of fuel. Still in Japanese occupied territory, we devised a plan. We were to find the softest and greenest place, and we were going to land in that spot. This may not have been the smartest plan, but it was our only plan, no one would dare to come up with anything better. With 3 miles of fuel to go, we decided to land in a nearby rice field. No civilians, no Japanese, we were in the clear. That was until we peered over the last line of trees, 9 Japanese military tents all set up in a row. In groups of 10 the troops peared out of the tents to see what all the noise was, that's when they saw us. With the plane's altitude dropping rapidly, eventually we were forced to smash into the ground, sending shrapnel, flames, and smoke high into the