Devastation followed after the bombs fell on Pearl Harbor. We ran not towards the underground bunkers, but to the places of worship, where the wounded and the scarred found refuge. The betrayal was beyond our doing and so we sought solace in the arms of the Almighty. Faith in harmony was stronger and though we culled thoughts of dazed sleeplessness in the wake of the firestorm, a weapon was refined to keep the nightmares at bay.
Scores perished. The mangled bodies of those recovered were beyond recognition. Every battleship moored at the harbor capsized. The torpedo attacks ripped steel hulls open. Submarine warfare was employed. Many of those who died didn't know what hit them. Amidst the turmoil and destruction, a battle fleet was left untouched. Leaving the comforts of the harbor to patrol the seas before ignominy struck, they returned and vowed to bring the war right at the doorstep of the invader.
We prayed only for peace of mind.
The universe has sent an angel instead.
