Timeless

New world

"There's little time. Hah. I wish."

12/7/1941

12:48 EST, 7:48 HAST

Hawaii, Pearl Harbor

First rang the sirens, we weren't ready. I was stationed on the destroyer West Virginia.

The Japs came fast and hard, explosions happened all too quickly. We lost some ships, but my ship held out a good beating. As one of the destroyers we fought back. Japanese torpedoes hit us good, but we survived the first wave. More waves of torpedoes, we still held out. An explosion came out of the USS Arizona, I, and many others, watched as she turtled and sank, claiming the lives of many soldiers. I was now more eager to fight than ever, taking a hold of a gatling gun and firing at any Japs that I could. More explosions from other ships. The noise of the battle, the screaming, the people scrambling for lifeboats, it overwhelmed me. I trained for this, how was I not ready? Of course, I probably wasn't the only one. I didn't realize how damaged my ship had gotten, I realized as soon as the bow dipped in the water, and I fell back. Soldiers scrambled for the lifeboats, I did not. I stayed with the ship. Stupid? Maybe. But maybe not. I reached back for the gun, and fired again at the fighters. One, two, three, five, seven. I shot down many fighters, but yet another hit to the ship. This time the stern. She sank even more, but I stayed on. I must've been out of my mind. Then I saw it.

One fighter aiming right at me. Or at least trying to. I had run out of bullets with the main gun, and no one to reload it. I sure didn't have time to reload it myself. So I did the craziest thing I had ever done at the time. I took out my AK-47, aimed it at the cockpit of the fighter, and fired. No idea if I hit it at all, but next thing I knew I was in the water, fire lighting the water above me. I start to swim up, but the fighter which I (thought anyway) had shot down came crashing into the water, straight towards me. It was going to fast, and I couldn't get out of the way. It crashed into me, sending it and me down to the ocean floor.

Darkness.

"How am I not dead?"

"Or am I dead?"

"Hello?"

Nothing.

1/1/2015

14:31

Hawaii, Pearl Harbor

I open my eyes. Darkness. I thought I was blind. I start to panic, but wait, no, I recognize this. This feels like the inside of an plane. No. Fighter plane. But how? I was nowhere near getting into one. And then it came back, clear as day, the battle, the water, the plane. I must be under sand, it explains the darkness. I feel for my flashlight, I hope it still works. I turn it on. Sure enough, I was inside a plane, under exactly what I thought it would be, Sand. "I'm dead," I think, "I must be dead." I close my eyes and try to remember the other things about me. My name. Yes, what is it....

Henry. Henry Drake. That's right. Wait, I have a wife too, her name's Marlene.

A beautiful blonde, blue-eyed girl. Did I have any children? No.

I clench my fist and think of where my house was, what it looked like. "Oh how I wish I could be there.." I whisper.

Bright lights flash. I don't know what happened. I opened them and almost fainted.

I was in an house, my house. I stood in a foyer, to the left of me was a living room. Small, but cozy. The tone seemed to be brown and red in that room. A little hall divided it from the Kitchen and Dining room, a large oak table was set in the Dining room, and the kitchen -though not big- was plain in a way. It felt like home, but yet something felt wrong. I run to a window and look outside, something was very very wrong. The cars, the streets, the clothes people were wearing, they all looked like some crazy fiction thing.