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Personal Narrative: A Day In Hawaii

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It was December 7, 1941 in Honolulu Hawaii, It was a hot humid day. Charles and his girlfriend Darlene thought it would be a good day to go on a picnic. Charles had the day off ,but had to come back at four for the ceremony at the harbor. Darlene was fine with that because she had to go to work at the hospital at four thirty anyway. The day before Charles and his friends, Timmy, Richard, and Noah were all talking about how beautiful the hawaii beaches are, “Charles why don't you take Darlene on a picnic or something”?
After thinking about it Charles thought it would be fun to go with darlene on a romantic date.
”I hope she'll like it”. From there he got all the supplies food, a volleyball net, a volleyball, towels, sunscreen, and a umbrella. …show more content…

He told Darlene to stay put as he walked back to the car to get a pair of binoculars to see the tail markings on the plane. After looking at it it's not U.S planes there Japanese. He told Darlene, and they we both puzzled by the scene that was set apon them, not yet knowing those planes would soon bomb Pearl Harbor killing many soldiers and civilians.

As they stood there watching the planes fly by Charles being in the air force and all thought it would be a good idea to pack up and head back into town just to see if everything was ok. Just as they were putting away the umbrella putting away the umbrella, Charles heard something a souls that he had heard before. He didn't want to scare Darlene but he had to ask.
“Darlene did you hear that?” He said
“ Ya...they sounded like gunshots” she said.At that moment a bomb had just been dropped and could be heard for miles. As fast as lightning charles and Darlene packed everything up, and headed back into town at breakneck speeds.They could he the radio man taking about how he had heard the sounds and went to check and never came back. Charles knew something was wrong, and just knew it was negative.as they approached city limits they could see the bombing, the shooting, and the

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