My Uncle Bill was an Army Air Corps mechanic stationed at Hickham Field. He had wanted to become a pilot.
He was wounded that day, either a bullet or a piece of shrapnel blew out his knee.
He was in recovery for two years and that ended his hopes of getting pilots wings.
He ended up as a combat engineer with Patton’s Third Army and was wounded again high tailing it out of St. Vith with his unit during The Battle of The Bulge but he made it home ok.
God bless all those young men and women of that day, of that generation.
Hickam got whacked.