It was a hot morning.
It was a windy morning.
It was an early morning,
A morning that will not be forgotten,
A morning filled with shouts and screams,
A morning that contained gunshots and sadness.
The water was bright red like a shiny apple.
The beach was filled with dead bodies.
I could still hear screams of terror in the distance.
December 7th, 1941: A day we will never forget.