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Friday, December 7. 2007
Especially today, I think it is fitting that I post this story from my family's history.
Since leaving Ireland in the late 1600's, just before the English hangman's noose caught up with them, the Bryan family has always had an urge for new, different things and to keep moving west. Roy Bryan was my Dadâ€™s brother, and my Uncle, and his urge caused him to leave Texas and migrate to Hawaii in 1939. By then, he was already, like his Dad, Peyton had been, a skilled carpenter and there was plenty of work available in the Islands.
My Uncle, Roy Bryan, and a nice Mule Deer he shot near Granby, Colorado. This picture was made ibetween 1948 and 1950, on one of his visits back to the States.Â He was hunting with another Uncle of mine, George Howard, and my Cousin, Milton Howard.
This story was first told to me by Uncle Roy, who was an eye witness to the events of December 7, 1941. Roy passed away several years ago and I believe that his story should be recorded and retold.
AN EYEWITNESS TO HISTORY
How could this have happened? That was the Nationâ€™s question on the morning of December 8, 1941. Roy Bryanâ€™s question was how did I, a civilian, end up in a shallow trench on a beach on the island of Oahu, with a 16 gauge, Winchester, sawed off shotgun, watching the sun come up over Diamond Head, waiting for the inevitable Japanese invasion?It all started on December 6, a Saturday. Roy, 25 at the time, was a carpenter and had been doing some interior work on a Battleship for the Navy where he had become friends with some of the Sailors. There was a big party in Honolulu that night and he was attending with his Sailor friends. He hoped it wouldnâ€™t be an all nighter, because he had also planned to go fishing later in Aiea Bay, eat an early breakfast and sleep most of Sunday.
The party, like all big parties, was loud and crowded, but the
planes kept coming, and when they cleared the hills, he could see they
werenâ€™t the big, B17s, that had been ferrying in, just single engine
planes that didnâ€™t look like the F4Fâ€™s or SBDâ€™s that flew off of our
Carriers. Strange, but as the planes came screaming in, he could
clearly see the red ball on the wings and fuselages, just as the first
bombs and torpedoes were released, their targets being our Battleships
Feeling the concussions from the thunderous
explosions, his first action, with his mind racing, as the Battleships
were being hit, was to get behind a Coconut tree and peer around and
watch the spectacle. He clearly saw the Arizona, or the ship berthed
beside it, being hit and a great explosion and thought of his friends
aboard who had invited him to spend the night with them. The poor guys!
Then, the torpedo planes had finished their work, and along with their
fighter escort, were leaving.
He moved to gather up his gear,
when he heard more planes approaching from the east. More Jap planes
and he snuggled down behind his tree and watched the bombers pound our
Pacific Fleet. The harbor was all confusion, ships exploding and
maneuvering to keep the channel clear, fires raging on the ships and on
shore, sirens screaming and black smoke spiraling skyward! A scene from
hell! And, even though he had watched every minute of the attack, but
for fate, he could have been more in the middle of it and doomed on the
The Japs flew away and Roy thought, we are at
war with Japan. Finally moving off of the beach he tried to drive
toward Pearl Harbor, but the roads were closed. He was stopped and told
to report to â€œsuch in such placeâ€ and await orders. Martial law had
been imposed and he guessed all able bodied men had been â€œdraftedâ€ into
The officials were positive the Japs would invade the
Islands, Oahu especially, and, he was right, all able bodied men were
guarding the beach for the next several nights. No invasion, but the
World and the Hawaiian Islands, along with Roy, would forever change
after that day, December 7, 1941!
Posted by Jon Bryan in Ancestry at 08:45 | Comments (2) | Trackbacks (0)
Monday, May 28. 2007
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Today is Memorial Day, that had its beginnings in 1863, as Decoration Day, when Confederated dead were remembered in the South, with red, white and blue bunting, placed upon their graves. I thought it fitting that I post this story from my family's history. This story was first told to me by my Uncle, Roy Bryan, who was an eye witness to the events of December 7, 1941. Roy passed away several years ago and I believe that his story should be recorded and retold
Posted by Jon Bryan in Ancestry at 07:00 | Comments (0) | Trackbacks (0)
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