we had to write a novel about ww2 for history. And I wrote about a pearl harbor story. Our group did an overview of it so we could make up on own stories and here's mine. You have to tell me what you think because I'm getting a grade on this.


December 7, 1941. A date I will never forget. Probably a date that most people will never forget. It is funny; it always got on my nerves when people say corny, over used sayings like “that was the day my life changed” but it describes what I have to say.
At 7:00 in the morning I was awoken by a loud boom and then felt a shaking sensation. I look out the window, see people running and screaming, planes in the sky are flying low, and I see clouds of smoke and fire. I was shocked and scared; terror took over me and began eating me alive. Finally shaking myself back to reality, I run to get dressed and head to the hospital. I was a doctor’s aid, in training to become a nurse. I knew the hospital would be busy with injured people from the bombing and that they probably needed help.
“Holly, thank god you’re here,” my best friend Andrea cried. “It is so crazy here, I’m so scared, there are so many people and I know most of them can’t be saved.”
“Andrea calm down, you freaking out is not going to solve anything. Come on, let’s go help out.”
It took us awhile to find Doctor Abet with all the people piled in the hospital. We really need to add a building to the hospital.
“Doctor, doctor!” we both shouted.
“Oh Holly you’re here, good. I need you to go to the patients and bandage them up.”
“What? I’ve…I’ve never actually worked with patients. I…”
“Well now you will, now go.”
“Come on Holly, I’ll help,” Andrea said.
The crying and screaming is so loud I cannot hear myself think yet alone hear Andrea coaching me on what to do. I am terrified and clueless. Family members are yelling at me to help their sons, daughters, husbands, and wives. Doctor Abet comes to me and tells me to only take the ones that actually have a chance to live. It is the hardest thing to do for me. Having to tell family members that I cannot help them because they are not going to make it. It is like living my past over and over again but instead of hearing the doctor tell me that he could not do anything to help my mother, I was the one telling them that their children or spouses are not going to make it.
I come across a young man a few years older than me. I know he is not going to make it, his injuries are too bad. He has a shell stuck in his chest from the bombing. But for some reason I feel a connection with him and I know even if it was impossible to save him I have to at least try. As I am settling him in a room the doctor notices and pulls me aside.
“What are you doing?” he shouted. “It is impossible to save him, get him out of here and work on someone who can be saved.”
“But doctor, he…he he’s a friend of the family,” I lied. “Please I have to at least try.”
“Holly…”
“Please doctor.”
“Alright,” he sighed. “But no more. You got it?”
“Yes, thank you sir.”
I go back in the room to begin bandaging him up.
“I’m not going to make it am I?” he asked softly.
“Oh course you’ll make it,” I lied.
“That bad huh?” he says defeated.
“Okay I won’t lie to you, it’s bad but I have faith that you can it,” at least there was a little truth to it. His injuries are bad. I’m just not exactly sure he can make it, but I have to try.
“It’s kind of hard to have faith these days now isn’t it?” he says still defeated.
“Well now, since the U.S. is involved, we’ll go to war and stop all this,” I say trying to give him hope. His response completely surprised me.
“So you think the U.S. should go to war?” he asks.
“Well of course, after what they did to us today. You don’t think so?” I ask.
“If we go to war more families will have to suffer the loss of their family members, don’t you think?”
“Yeah but sometimes we must sacrifice for the greater good,” I say becoming frustrated.
“You must not have had someone close to you die then,” he says with a tone that finishes our debate.
I’m not sure what to do. Part of me wants to tell him off and say that I have in fact had someone close to me die, my mother. But another part of me is wondering what he meant by that. The longer I stand there and think about it, I start to see his point. Man he frustrates me, but part of me is intrigued by him. No one has ever argued with me. They just agree with whatever I say not wanting to get in an argument. Josh never questioned me; he would always ask my approval and opinion on things.
I’m not a firm believer in stupid things like love at first sight or other crap like that, I mean that’s for fairy tales, this is reality. But for some reason this stranger has a powerful force on me and he interests me like no one else had. He challenges my opinions and made me question them. And instead of being angry I am, what? Delighted? But why? All I know is he is different and even though I have known him for like five minutes I know I have feelings for him. They are not the same that I have with Josh. I love Josh but he is nothing like him. My feelings for this stranger are stronger. Talk about a whacked fairy tale scenario.
“So, what’s your name?” he asks bringing me from my thoughts.
“Huh? Oh, my name’s Holly,” I reply.
“No last name?” he teased. He is charming and funny even in pain. His face is perfect; he has a strong chin, a strong nose, beautiful small blue eyes, and a smile that could light up a room.
“Haha, so funny. It’s Jones, Holly Jones,” I say.
“Holly Jones,” he repeats. “Well Holly Jones are you going to ask me for my name?”
“Ah, sure what’s your name?” god I sucked at flirting.
“Jason Hemsin,” he says simply.
“Jason Hemsin?” I raise my eyebrow. “What kind of last name is Hemsin?”
“Well I think it’s a nice name,” he says softly.
“Oh,” I say worried that I have offended him somehow.
“I’m just kidding,” he laughs. “It’s a burden having that as a last name.” His reply made me smile.
“So what else?” he asks curiously.
“What do you mean?”
“You know what your hobbies are? Etc.”
“Well why do you want to know?”
“Just curious that’s all.”
“Well…”
“Holly, we need some help over here,” the doctor interrupted.
“Help Andrea bandage that group of patients over there,’ he commanded.
“Yes sir,” I say and obey.
About three hours later I am able to get away and go see Jason.
“Hey, was wondering when you’d be back,’ he said lazily.
“Just can’t get enough of me, can you?” I tease.
“Nope, you make this visit to the hospital worth while.”
“Well thanks,” I say sheepishly. “So why exactly don’t you think we should go to war?” I voice a question that I have been wondering for hours.
“Haha, I have been waiting for you to finally ask,” he laughed.
“Well?”
“The pain war causes to people is just not worth it,” he says. “My father was in the war and my mom worried day after day wondering whether he was alive or not. Then one day my mother got a letter saying he had been killed. I was just a baby. My mother had to raise me by herself.”
“I’m sorry,” I say quietly. “If it means anything my mother died when I was eight, from a disease. Which is why I wanted to become a nurse.
“Wow, guess we got a lot in common,” he says still lost in another world.
“Holly, Holly,” Andrea shouted. “We get a twenty minute lunch break. Come let’s get something to eat.”
I turn back to Jason and ask if he wants me to bring some food back for him.
“Sure,” he replies. “Anything’s better than hospital food.” I laugh and catch up to Andrea. But I am never able to give him the food. When I return to the bed where he was at I see an empty bed instead.
“Doctor, doctor,” I cry. “Where’s Jason?”
“Who?”
“The man that was in room twelve!”
“Right the man that was a friend to the family,” he says. I nod. “I have bad news, he didn’t make it, we had to take him out about ten minutes ago.”
“No, no,” I repeat shaking my head.
“Look I’m sorry but you knew he wasn’t going to make it. There was nothing we could do.” Then he turns around and leaves. Just like that as if it were nothing. But I guess it wasn’t. Deaths become more frequent with war; it is like the loss of a life was like the loss of an ant. It was nothing, and just like that it was like Jason never existed. But he did, and it meant something to me. And I was sure that if he had survived we would have been together. But instead he was added to a list of people I loved that had died. Jason was right, war was not worth it.
A year later I received a letter from Josh. He wrote about his experience in the Baatan Death march. He has changed so much. Before he was weak, I mean I had to defend him from a bunch of bullies in the sixth grade. Now he’s extremely brave and he took a bullet for another man. He asked me in the letter if I would marry him. Before, I would have immediately said yes. He was always the one I saw myself with. But now, after meeting Jason, I cannot help but wonder if I will pretend that Josh is Jason and Josh does not deserve that. He might get shipped off here to Hawaii so I guess we will just see what happens.

omg it sooooo good! u gave enough info to help figure out that it was pearl harbor (before the end.) y did jason have 2 die? i liked him... but i guess it's more realistic if he did... and u HAVE to dat who josh is. don't leave me hangin' :)

is that the end? it's really good.

that was the story I had to do. So yeah it's the end.

oh, that sucks...you could make it a fanfic *hint, hint, wink, wink* (even if it's just a short one) you don have to.

that was really good...shame jason had to die tho, i liked him a lot seemed nice, i know ull get an A on it

I hope so, my teacher said not to make it too much like the movie Pearl Harbor but I haven't seen it so I don't know if it is

I'm soo happy!!!! I got a 98 on my story!!! An A!!!YEAH! gosh I was soo worried!

*claps* yay!!! if you didnt get on A on that i would have come to where ever you live and slap him. lol. well....i would want to..but i probably wouldnt actually. lol. im a chicken.

Lolz .. Congradulations .. That Was A Really Good Story So You Deifnatly Deserved An A