Michael G. Malaghan
Special to The Hawai‘i Herald


December 7, 1941 (continued from Sept. 6, 2019)

The aroma of pancakes, fresh coffee and sizzling bacon wafted through the room, waking Kenta. A cacophony of distant propellers buzzed his thumping head. He groaned and eased his legs over the couch in the Walters family’s den and sat up ever so slowly. The engine of a recreation boat smothered the propeller chorus. Kenta got to his feet and peered out the picture window, waving at a girl water-skiing, her blonde hair flaring wildly. She skimmed past the Walters’ dock facing Ford Island’s precision-lined PPY bombers and the nine grey monsters of Battleship Row. The radiant-faced teenager did not see him. Kenta would later wonder what happened to her after it all began.

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