A/N: New story obviously, please leave a review.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pearl Harbor the movie or land. I do however own Aimee McManus/Beirman, quite literally at that too.
This is something that's been needed to come off my chest for a while. It's a story of a memory from years ago, it's the tale that a mother never told her children. A place that not even a husband knows about. A past that has never been confronted until today. It takes great courage and admiration to admit a wrong doing, it takes even greater courage and admiration to see that what you did was right, and throughout this entire time what we did wrong or right was neither seen or heard. The place I'm talking about is a place of paradise, Pearl Harbor in the year 1942. Its not the story of what happened during a certain time, but what happened after that I'm focused on.
Pearl was something that I could never explain, it was something that although you read about it, you watched a movie on it, or you were taught it you won't understand it. It wasn't just the explosions of the bombs that the Japanese dealt us, it wasn't just the deciding factor of World War Two for the United States. It wasn't just the lives we lost that day, or the retaliation that was given back. Pearl was a place where for some love managed to over come the devastation, for others it was an escape from the world they grew up in, exploring new heights of enjoyment and sorrow.
On December 7th, 1941, just before 8 a.m. Japanese fighter planes bombed the Pearl Harbor naval base near Honolulu Hawaii. The attack itself lasted just over two hours, but the impact that it left was that of enormous devastation. In the wake of the attack 20 American naval vassals were lost, including 8 major battleships and almost 200 planes. There were more than 2,000 American lives that were claimed, and over 1,000 more were injured.
One day later President Franklin D. Roosevelt asked the United States Congress to declare war on Japan, which would later put us in the midst of World War II. Congress agreed to his request with only one vote against the motive. Less than a week later Japan's allies; Germany and Italy declared war on the United States which Congress responded with fairly.
More than two years after the initial start of World War Two, and the United States was finally thrown into the middle of the conflict.
I wasn't there, I couldn't begin to tell you the emotions from that day. I was sent to Pearl after the attack, to replace a nurse, and although I was welcomed there I knew that I didn't belong in a place like Pearl, a place so surreal that I only imagined it in my small suburban home life. I was too plain to be in a place like that and even weeks after the attack I couldn't fathom how all those other nurses and sailors, pilots and soldiers were handling staying in that one place.
Looking around at the damage still there, wounds still fresh would forever be left in my mind. It's something that you don't forget, its something that made anger rise in even the most peaceful blind man, someone who couldn't see but could feel the damage done.
There is nothing important about what I have to say, there is nothing important about the life that I touched. This isn't the story singly focused on my opinions and my feats. This is the story of a pilot who managed to overcome a blow that was given to him, before, after, and during the Pearl Harbor attack.
Captain Daniel Walker, a pilot that I tended to after the Doolittle Raid was left broken hearted, spiritless, and alone. He was injured in more ways than one, but he made a recovery. I'm not sure where he's at today but I know that whatever it is he's doing, whoever he's with, he's happy.
I can often think back to the conversations we used to have in and out of the hospital. I can remember the heartfelt truths we told each other, and nearly twenty years later with my husband sitting in the next room over I can still confidently say that I loved him. That without going to Pearl I wouldn't have met him, and that even though it took the death of a girl who was loved and too young to die to get me there I don't regret taking the assignment.
My name is Aimee McManus, and I was a World War II nurse. I was stationed in New York, then in Chicago, before finally being placed in Pearl Harbor. I helped heal a broken man, and I fell in love. And now here I sit on December 7th, 1960 at the age of thirty nine I'm finally finding it in me to recount at least my part of the story.
The story of after Pearl Harbor, and what it took to get America back on its feet.
Lt. Aimee McManus "Beirman"
A/N: Let me know what you think!