The morning had crawled up slowly on the naval base Pearl Harbor, men were up pretty early and were all at their posts. Since the last attack everyone was constantly on edge and ready to shed blood at any cost, the whole world reared up to fight the Nazis and many people had lost their lives as well. The attack on Pearl Harbor was devastating, many people died and many ships along with planes were lost… but the American War machine just got working as new men and women filled the factories and came to fight on the battlefields of today, everyone seemed to be helping and fighting for their country no exceptions. And John was one of those people, an already distinguished fighter ace so early in the war, he flew British Spitfires when the Americans were still not in the war but as soon as he heard about the attack on Pearl he returned immediately. He was returning to the after a morning run in with a couple of Japanese Zero’s his F4F Wildcat had shot up pretty badly and the engine was smoking, there were holes in his wings and tail fin, the cockpit had a few shots but the glass seemed to hold. As the plane landed slowly on the tarmac, a crew of mechanics and soldiers ran to the plane, they jumped on the plane and opened the cockpit as soon as he parked it, they unstrapped him and slowly pulled him out they could see the commander driving with his jeep slowly to them “God fucking damn it John, how many times I have told you do not engage them on your own when you’re doing patrols! But no, Mr. Ace has to have a few stickers on his already filled to the brim plane. Are you alright at least?” said the commander as he rushed to him and looked at him, John had leaned on the shoulder of one of the mechanics and chuckled at the commander “I’m fine commander, just a few scratches.” Said John “Few fucking scratches?” the commander poked on of his wounds slightly just to see Johns reaction “This ain’t fucking small scratches John these are bullet holes. Get him to a nurse or something god damn it, I can’t look at him anymore.” Said the commander and John walked to the jeep with the help of the mechanic and then he could feel the jeep beginning to drive. He feel asleep slightly and when he woke up he was awaken by the driver of the jeep “Wake up John, wake up… come on, let’s go… we are off to a visit to the doctors, come on you’re going to get checked up by those lovely nurses. Come on you lucky bastard.” Said the man as he hoisted him up on his shoulder and carried him in. As he entered the navy hospital building he laid him on a bed and called for a nurse “Nurse! Nurse!” yelled the man as John laid on the bed.