On the recordDecember 7, 2011
Mr. President, today is December 7, 2011. Seventy years ago, something happened in Pearl Harbor. I shall never forget that day because it was a Sunday, and, as were many Americans, I was preparing to go to church. I was putting on my necktie and having a good time listening to delightful Hawaiian music. Suddenly, at about this time-- 1:55 p.m. here--the disc jockey in charge of that program began screaming, yelling into the mike. He was saying: ``The Japanese are bombing Pearl Harbor!'' He kept on repeating that. For a moment, I thought it was a repeat or replay of Orson Welles, which my colleagues will recall was the program that was a mighty hit in the United States. The disc jockey kept on doing this for about 5 minutes--no music, just screaming--so I decided to take my father out on the street and look toward Pearl Harbor. We could see these black puffs, and then we knew what was happening. Suddenly, while watching these black puffs of explosions, we could hear a rumble just overhead, and there were three aircraft. They were pearl gray in color, and they had red dots on the wings. I knew what was happening, and I thought the world had just come to an end. Just about 2,400 American sailors and soldiers and noncombatants died that morning. I was a young man of 17 at that time, but I was also a volunteer medical aid man. We had a little aid station--a temporary one--set up by the elementary school called Lunalilo.…





