December 7, 1941. I was dressed in my Sunday finest. I then smoothed on my favorite red lipstick and slipped on a pair of silk gloves. Brad had brought the gloves back to me after his travels in Eastern Europe at the beginning of the war. He was now positioned at Pearl on the battleship, Arizona. I reached toward my clutch when I heard planes flying low overhead. I calmly walked to the window and noticed dozens of planes rushing by, headed for the harbor. I didn't understand why the Navy would be doing practice on a Sunday morning, but I overlooked it thinking it was just another drill. As I headed out the door to church with my three best girl friends, we heard the first of many explosions, which followed rapidly after that. Shrieks were heard from all the women in the area, when...