My Grandfather was stationed in Pearl Harbor during World War II. At the time of the attack by the Japanese, though, he was on leave. Though I had initially thought of visiting another beach on Monday, I instead took the bus down to see the U.S.S. Arizona Memorial.
Taking the bus took about 1:30 hours, so arriving a little after 3PM I missed out on the movie, but still got the chance to board the ferry to the memorial, moored over the remains of the sunken U.S.S. Arizona. I had borrowed the audio program and it played sad music and told me sad stories of the thousands of people killed and the many still entombed inside. Looking down, what you saw were rusted parts of the ship and tropical fishes swimming about their home. Most of the other tourists were busily snapping pictures. I thought posing in front of the list of men killed and getting your picture taken to be in poor taste.
From what I figure reading about how the bombing of Pearl Harbor happened, it seemed like combination of military intelligence failures, somewhat reminiscent of 9/11.
It was interesting to see the list of enlisted service men, then the list of Hawaiian civilians killed in the attack, the former were all Caucasian-sounding names, the latter seemed mostly Japanese. Were they working on base? On farms?