You were a sailor in the US Navy and were stationed in Pearl Harbor on the USS Arizona. Over 1,000 other sailors were also on that giant ship, so you’d made quite a few friends.

You hear the familiar buzz of an airplane. It’s early in the morning, about 7:50 A.M. You assumed it was just drills.

One of your friends (out of the three standing with you), named John, pointed to a plane in the sky and said, “Huh. They usually do drills later in the day.”

William, another friend of yours, looked concerned and was squinting his eyes trying to inspect the plane. “I have a bad feeling about this.”

Bill, the third friend standing with you, looked quite pumped and excited. He loved drills. Bill said excitedly, “Oh, I love drills!”

Before you had the chance to chime in, an explosion erupted from somewhere nearby. Sailors reacted, thinking that the person in the plane was American and that they’d screwed up their drill.

“I don’t like this,” William said.

“Relax,” John said. “It’s just a drill. It’s not-”

Before John could finish his sentence, the deck you stood on was riddled with bullets from planes flying above. You see at least 40 sailors get hit and go down. Terrified, you look up and see the familiar flag of Japan. The Japanese were attacking!