My wife's mother grew up in Kaneohe on the island of Oahu. Sunday, December 7 was just another day to work on the farm. My mother in-law said that there were planes flying about that morning and no one thought anything of it with the Kaneohe Naval Air Station just about 5 miles away. Then they hear the sound of machine guns and heavier artillery, and heard shells whistling over their farm to impact the mountains behind them. Shortly after that they found out the Japanese had attacked the island. As my mother in-law's father had been in the Japanese Calvary before immigrating from Japan in 1910, they hurriedly buried all of their Japanese mementos (including my wife's grandfather's Calvary Sword) and feared for their safety. The Japanese immigrants in Hawaii were deemed essential workers and most were not interned. My wife's grandfather knew how to operate a bulldozer so he was put to work for most of a week burying the casualties in mass graves. The Japanese mementos (and sword) were never recovered...