The sun rose on a beautiful morning,
Clear blue skies, No weather warning,
It was Sunday in paradise, a lovely day.
Some relaxed, while others went to pray.
Off in the distance a sailor played the reveille call,
In that dreadful moment the bombs began to fall.
We were caught by surprise, we know too well,
That day paradise was turned into a living hell.
Many men were lost, So valiant they were,
Their lives destroyed in a volatile blur.
Now monuments and graves their ships have become.
Only boys they were, now heroic men every one.
On that day in Pearl we were badly out-gunned,
By the men who served with the ‘Rising Sun’.
But their own admiral knew America would rise defiant,
They had awakened the resolve of a sleeping giant.
So forgive me Sir if I don’t follow your lead,
And apologize to those who caused my brothers to bleed.
What is my reasons for not regretting Hiroshima?
The Arizona, The Tennessee, and ….The Oklahoma.