I Remember Pearl Harbor
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Sunday, July 11, 1971
Of the forty-seven people on board the Tri-Star (not counting me), I can safely say that the vast majority of them were, to some extent, unhappy with me. While I’m reasonably sure that the four guys, Robert, Jimmy, Kip, and David, as well as the pilot, co-pilot, and flight engineer, were not on that list, I wouldn’t bet either way on the two stewardesses.
As for the other thirty-eight passengers, there was one toss-up and one that just didn’t care because she loved me no matter what. And at the moment, she was currently nestled sleepily in my lap. I looked down at Sunny’s brown curls in the crook of my arm and smiled. I was glad that she wasn’t mad at me.
The toss-up was Narvenia. She knew that the other thirty-six women (and probably the two stewardesses as well) were feeling everything from mild annoyance to extreme exasperation with me. And while she was very sympathetic to the collective group’s feelings, she didn’t understand exactly why they were vexed. Of course, there was no limit of volunteers willing to explain to her just how big of a jerk I really was.
“Stop that!” cried several of them when I tried to share my feelings of love with them.
“Can’t I apologize?” I asked, my ignorance now showing. After all, I, of all people, ought to know that you should never try to get between a female and her wrath.
“I think you should take a long walk off a short pier,” Jenny quipped.
“Or try that door...” added Deedee, pointing to the hatch, “ ... without a chute!”
Realizing that resistance was futile, I put up my heavy-duty shield to block them all out, hugged Sunny to me and closed my eyes. After worrying about my screw-up for a few minutes, I gave up and began thinking about the mysterious codex and if it might have some connection with the fourth piece of Thesan’s Te’trad.
“Mr. Wagner?” she asked, gently shaking my shoulder. “We’re on approach to Honolulu. I need you to fasten your seatbelt, please.”
“Thank you, Pam,” I replied, reading the name on her name tag. I immediately scanned for Sunny who was no longer on my lap and found her up front, playing checkers with Vickie and Trealyn. There was a distinct coolness in the cabin as no one said a word to me. Buckling my seatbelt as requested, I re-erected my shield and resumed trying to puzzle out the mystery of the codex. The next thing I knew, the pilot was announcing our arrival.
“ ... local time is 1:15pm and the temperature is a balmy 76 degrees. Once again, thank you for flying Eastern Airlines. Aloha,” the intercom voice said. Then, a few moments later, “Check that. Thank you for Flying with Wagner Industries.”
“If I buy this thing, I’m going to have to come up with a better name,” I thought.
“Grace can probably help you with that,” Vickie thought to me. “And just so you know, I’m going back to New York with Adriana. She really needs me right now.”
“What?” I cried as I jumped up and started scanning for Adriana. “What do you mean, going back?”
“Take it easy, Michael. We’re in the bedroom, getting freshened up,” Vickie explained. “Eastern asked us if we minded a two day layover in order to get their pilots here for the next leg. We agreed, so you get to enjoy two days at the new Sheraton Waikiki Hotel. Besides, it’s after 7:00pm New York time and we’re all tired.”
“But why is Adriana going back to New York?” I asked, whining a little.
This was followed by a painfully long silence.
Finally, Vickie said, “You hurt her, Michael. You hurt all four of them. But Hanna says she’s going through with the wedding, even if there is no honeymoon. She couldn’t back out now. Not with all her family here. And Sandy says she probably will too. Poor little Abby doesn’t know what to do. But her sister is urging her to just go back to the states with us. And Adriana? Well, she’s decided to take a break and re-think her options.”
“I guess I really screwed-the-pooch on this one, didn’t I?” I thought back.
“If that means that you fucked up, then yeah. You really did.” Vickie said. “I mean, you, of all people, Michael, should know better than to make jokes about a brides’ concerns, especially the honeymoon!”
“C’mon, Michael,” Grace said, standing beside my chair. “We’ve got a bus arranged to take us all to the hotel. And remember to take your sword. You can’t leave it on the plane.”
“It’s a real shame, you know,” said Sergeant Stooksbury, from Erwin, Tennessee.
“What’s that?” I asked without looking at him.
How I ended up on the western side of Ford Island is too long a story to tell, but the short version is that while we were waiting in the hotel lobby for our room keys, I wandered away from my group and sort of joined in with a group that was headed out on a sightseeing tour. Their first stop was Pearl Harbor, which is where I lost them.
It seems that the Navy isn’t too keen on allowing a teenager onto a Naval Base wearing a sword. After being escorted into the barracks that served the main gate, I simply gave the Marine Lance Corporal my name and the phone number to the White House and settled down to wait. Sixty to ninety minutes was my bet on how long they’d make me wait before they showed me the door, or worse, the brig. I should have known better than to wander onto a naval base while wearing my sword, but my mind was on how badly I had hurt Adriana and the others and I had forgotten I had it on.
I lost. Again. This was turning into a rough day. It was exactly seven minutes before a very senior looking Chief Petty Officer returned with a big, burly Marine.
“Uh-oh...” I thought.
“Prince Michael?” he asked.
I was too surprised that he used my title to respond. I just nodded.
“Welcome to Pearl Harbor, your highness,” he said. “I’m sorry we were not informed of your visit so we could have been better prepared. However, Sergeant Stooksbury here will be glad to personally escort you to the memorials.”
And he did. After a few stiff moments, mostly about their inspection of my sword, we headed out. Eventually, the Sergeant, who happened to be from Erwin, Tennessee, asked me where I was from. When I told him Maryville, Tennessee, well, the floodgates opened and seeing as how we were practically neighbors, he began telling me all about the Navy, its history at Pearl Harbor, and of course, The USS Arizona.
“Would you like to see my personal favorite, Prince?” the Sergeant asked as we took the ferry back to Ford Island after viewing the USS Arizona Memorial. By now we were on a first name basis. I called him Sergeant and he called me Prince.
“Lead the way, Sergeant,” I said distractedly.
So that’s how I came to be reading an old wooden sign on the western edge of Ford Island while looking out at the remains of an old ship that barely broke the surface of the murky waters of Pearl Harbor.
“She never fought in any of the big battles,” the Sergeant started. “But in nearly forty years of service, almost every officer who fought in the big battles, trained on her. And sixty-four good men died that morning the Japs sunk her. And what does she get?”
I was silent, assuming that the question was rhetorical.
It was.
“A lousy little plaque. The Arizona gets this big memorial and all the Utah gets is a plaque,” the Sergeant said disgustedly.
“And why is that, you reckon?” I asked him.
“Not sure,” he stopped to muse on it for a moment. “Money, I guess. All I know is that my daddy trained on her, before the war, and I had a second cousin, on my momma’s side, that sailed on her too. She was a fine ship and did her assigned tasks well. And I think that her ending up sunk and all, and only a plaque to show for it, just ain’t hardly fair.”
I scanned for Vickie.
“Are you still working for me?” I thought to her.
“Of course I am,” she replied. “We all are. It’s just that Adriana is having a rough time right now, and you hardly need all three of us to go on vacation with you.”
So they thought this was a vacation for me? I’d get into that later. However, first things first.
“Whatever,” I thought back. “Tomorrow, I want you to contact someone at the State Department and find out how I can donate $100,000 to build a memorial for the USS Utah in Pearl Harbor. And I want it to be anonymous.”
“Is that where you are? Right now?” Nicky asked with some panic in her voice. Vickie must have tied them all in.
“Yeah.”
“Stay right there! We’ll be there to get you as soon as possible,” Grace announced.
“I guess we’d better head back, Sergeant. It appears they’ve discovered where I was hiding,” I said tiredly.
The sergeant looked around quickly, his senses pricked to locate these unknown intruders, then as he processed all that I said, he looked at me sadly, certain that being a Sergeant was not nearly as confining as being a prince. After all, he’d be going back to Tennessee one day.
It never occurred to him to ask how I knew they had found me.
Sure enough, by the time we returned to the front gate, Nicky, Grace, and Luisa were there, waiting, in the Sheraton’s limo. After thanking the Sergeant for the tour, I climbed in beside them.
“What have I told you about going off on your own like that?” Nicky started. “You had me so worried.”
“I’m sorry if I worried you, Sis,” I told her. “After I screwed up so bad with Adriana and the others, I just wanted to get away and think things through.”
“I didn’t think you were supposed to go off like that without your security people with you,” Luisa said.
“I guess,” I replied dejectedly. “But really, is there anything that could happen to me that I couldn’t handle?”
“But we don’t know what could happen. You’re the President of a large company, the prince of a small nation, and the head of our family. What would we do if something did happen to you?” Grace asked. “Besides, you’re the one that set up your security. Why do that if you’re not going to use it?”
I was too tired to debate it. I mean, she was right. I did set up my security. But truthfully, I set it up for my family. I knew that I could take care of myself. Thankfully, they left me in peace for the rest of the short trip back to the Sheraton, although Nicky never let go of my hand the whole way.
And it was Luisa who escorted me up to my suite on the top floor.
“Here’s your key. I’ve already checked your room and Kip has secured the whole floor,” she said as she handed me the oversized brass key. “I’ll be next door if you need me.”
“Thank you, Agent Rivera,” I told her as I put the key into the lock.
“Please, Michael. It’s Luisa. We’ve been through too much in the last few days to get all formal now,” she told me.
“Okay, then, Luisa it is,” I said.
“Michael?” she started as I opened the door. “I do have a suggestion for you.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Grovel,” she said with a smile. “Lots and lots of groveling.”
“She’s probably right,” I thought as I removed my sword and fell across the bed, still in my clothes.
Monday, July 12, 1971
“Ug-g-g...” I grunted as I opened my eyes to the first rays of light streaming through the open windows. It took me a minute, but I soon realized I had forgotten to close the drapes, or to get out of my clothes before I fell asleep last night.
Fortunately, I saw the bedside clock before I looked at my wrist for the time. It was 7:30.
“I wonder what time that is back home?” I thought to myself.
“He’s awake!” squeaked someone. It almost sounded like they were waiting on me.
“Good afternoon, my prince,” said Ileana as she leaned over to kiss me. When she did, the sheet slipped to reveal those almost perfect breasts. I couldn’t help but stare.
“Almost perfect?” she teased.
“Please, don’t make me explain this early!” I begged. “Besides, I’m starved.”
“Well, okay. But don’t think I’m going to forget about it,” she said with a smile. “Go jump in the shower and I’ll start you a cup of coffee. They have this cute little coffee maker right in the room.”
“Would you order me some breakfast from room service?” I asked as I turned on the water.
“Uh-huh. You have to meet your fiancées in the dining room in twenty minutes,” Ileana explained.
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