Empty Harbour
It was a sunny Saturday morning on the Hawaiian island of Honolulu. I awoke on a beach of white sand with a hangover that could blind an Irishman. A girl who’s name I could not recall lies beside me. Her face mere inches from mine. I couldn’t bring myself to wake her up so I got up and started walking down the beach. The light from the morning sun was dancing on the waves. The navy wasn’t expanding as much ever since the end of the great war so the dry docks where I worked gave nearly everyone the day off. I planned on using this day to get a haircut and help my mother with some housework, but this day is turning out to be nothing but an excuse to get drunk off my ass on a Friday.
I got to my car and then checked my watch, …show more content…
My family has a history of warfare, my grandpa fought in the civil war, my great grandpa fought for our independence in the revolution, and me, well last time I checked, America wasn't at war, and I have to take care of my mother. The depression has been hard on my mother and I. With my dad dead we had to work hard when we had work, and when we didn't we begged even harder. We survived the worst the depression could throw at us, and even though we still don't have it easy, things are a lot better now than they were 10 years ago.
“Then where were you last night, and why aren't you at work?”, she asked.
I guess I hadn’t told her I had the day off.
“My boss told me I had today off so I decided to take last night for myself”, I said.
“I know, ok, I should have told you”.
For the rest of the day, I did maintenance work that was long overdue, you know the generic house and yard work that everyone gets to do. My mom had been asking me to replace the front door on our little house on the outskirts of pearl city, about 15 minutes away from the harbor. The door had been beaten to a pulp by something. After a day of hard work, the house looked better than it did in a long time. My hair was still a train wreck, but that’d have to wait till …show more content…
The city was a mess, most people had found cover by the time I got there. I turned onto Moanalua street and people were still running into the hospital and so the hospital was still being targeted. The road was splattered with blood and there were bodies everywhere. I saw my mom’s car the right door was open, and it was covered in bullet holes. I ran to the car, and my heart dropped. My mother lay dead on the road with a hole the size of a fist in her chest. A plane started to strafe the road, and blood and concrete flew into the air, I picked up my mother’s body and ran to the hospital. The bullets missing me by inches. I knew bringing her to the hospital was useless, she was dead, but what was I supposed to do? let her get run over by machine guns
It was a sunny Saturday morning on the Hawaiian island of Honolulu. I awoke on a beach of white sand with a hangover that could blind an Irishman. A girl who’s name I could not recall lies beside me. Her face mere inches from mine. I couldn’t bring myself to wake her up so I got up and started walking down the beach. The light from the morning sun was dancing on the waves. The navy wasn’t expanding as much ever since the end of the great war so the dry docks where I worked gave nearly everyone the day off. I planned on using this day to get a haircut and help my mother with some housework, but this day is turning out to be nothing but an excuse to get drunk off my ass on a Friday.
I got to my car and then checked my watch, …show more content…
My family has a history of warfare, my grandpa fought in the civil war, my great grandpa fought for our independence in the revolution, and me, well last time I checked, America wasn't at war, and I have to take care of my mother. The depression has been hard on my mother and I. With my dad dead we had to work hard when we had work, and when we didn't we begged even harder. We survived the worst the depression could throw at us, and even though we still don't have it easy, things are a lot better now than they were 10 years ago.
“Then where were you last night, and why aren't you at work?”, she asked.
I guess I hadn’t told her I had the day off.
“My boss told me I had today off so I decided to take last night for myself”, I said.
“I know, ok, I should have told you”.
For the rest of the day, I did maintenance work that was long overdue, you know the generic house and yard work that everyone gets to do. My mom had been asking me to replace the front door on our little house on the outskirts of pearl city, about 15 minutes away from the harbor. The door had been beaten to a pulp by something. After a day of hard work, the house looked better than it did in a long time. My hair was still a train wreck, but that’d have to wait till …show more content…
The city was a mess, most people had found cover by the time I got there. I turned onto Moanalua street and people were still running into the hospital and so the hospital was still being targeted. The road was splattered with blood and there were bodies everywhere. I saw my mom’s car the right door was open, and it was covered in bullet holes. I ran to the car, and my heart dropped. My mother lay dead on the road with a hole the size of a fist in her chest. A plane started to strafe the road, and blood and concrete flew into the air, I picked up my mother’s body and ran to the hospital. The bullets missing me by inches. I knew bringing her to the hospital was useless, she was dead, but what was I supposed to do? let her get run over by machine guns