Personal Narrative: The Murder Of USS Arizona
If you had asked me a year ago if I was happy, my answer would have been certainly. It is so interesting that in such a short period of time, a whole life can be flipped upside down. I no longer wake up next to my husband, fully content with my life. Now, I wake up in a cold sweat every morning, clawing at the sheets in search of his body to comfort me. December 7th is a day I will never forget. It was the day my husband, Peter, was brutally murdered while serving in the American Navy. He was aboard the USS Arizona, one of the three ships completely demolished by the Japanese bombs. My two children, James, seventeen, and Linda, sixteen, were completely devastated. During the first week, they busied themselves with planning their father’s
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As I turn the lock and push the door open, I frantically call Sachi’s name. “Sachi! Sachi! Where are you?” I call, my voice echoing around the house.
I received no reply, so I dash upstairs and into her room, calling her name all the …show more content…
There she is, kneeling by her bed with her face in a pillow, weeping. I immediately run to her side and wrap my arm around her.
“Oh, Sachi, do not worry they cannot take you away. I-”
“Yes they can, Claire. And that is exactly what they are going to do.” Sachi turns to me, tears smeared over her face.
“But it is not fair it-” “Claire. It is alright. I will not be gone forever,” she assures me. Standing up, we hug each other, and I do not want to let go. “Sachi! I am going to miss you so much!” Linda cries.
Six days later, it was time. Both James and Linda took off from school so they could be with Sachi as long as they could. The last few days have been a mix of crying, understanding, and hope.
As we stand at the bus station, surrounded by dozens of other Japanese Americans, I try to tell myself that this situation could be a lot worse.
“I will miss you too dear Linda.” Sachi consoles her, “but this will not be permanent. Do not worry about me.”
Linda faintly smiles at her and steps away. James moves towards Sachi and embraces
As I turn the lock and push the door open, I frantically call Sachi’s name. “Sachi! Sachi! Where are you?” I call, my voice echoing around the house.
I received no reply, so I dash upstairs and into her room, calling her name all the …show more content…
There she is, kneeling by her bed with her face in a pillow, weeping. I immediately run to her side and wrap my arm around her.
“Oh, Sachi, do not worry they cannot take you away. I-”
“Yes they can, Claire. And that is exactly what they are going to do.” Sachi turns to me, tears smeared over her face.
“But it is not fair it-” “Claire. It is alright. I will not be gone forever,” she assures me. Standing up, we hug each other, and I do not want to let go. “Sachi! I am going to miss you so much!” Linda cries.
Six days later, it was time. Both James and Linda took off from school so they could be with Sachi as long as they could. The last few days have been a mix of crying, understanding, and hope.
As we stand at the bus station, surrounded by dozens of other Japanese Americans, I try to tell myself that this situation could be a lot worse.
“I will miss you too dear Linda.” Sachi consoles her, “but this will not be permanent. Do not worry about me.”
Linda faintly smiles at her and steps away. James moves towards Sachi and embraces