My step-grandfather was at Pearl Harbor on December 7th. One day, I was at his house helping him do some yard work, and a plane flew over head. I didn’t think anything of it, because it happens all the time. Then I noticed him very visibly shaking, and when I asked him what was wrong, he started sobbing. He said that the plane that flew overhead was a Jap Zero, and he could tell just by the engine sound. I took him inside to calm down and get him a glass of water. When we got in, his phone rang. It was one of his friends calling to see if he had heard the Zero, because the friend had heard it too.