Pearl Harbor

December 7, 1941 was the worst day I have ever been in.  My mother was a nurse at one point so that meant that every nurse that was nearby had to come and help.  My mom said I was just old enough to come and help her.  I was excited but scared.  I did not know why we have to go to the hospital so fast, I know that there was some planes flying over head I thought that it was a strange sight because they do not train on Sundays. When we got to the hospital there were a lot of wounded navy people and that is when I know that something big was happening.  When I was helping the wounded soldiers I am sure that all the blood that was lost inside the hospital rooms it could fill up a least five large swimming pools.  But the blood was not the scariest part; it was when the Japanese were trying to bomb the hospitals that we were in.  That was the scariest part of helping the wounded.