My Favorite “Dad” Story: Pearl Harbor

I was stationed in Honolulu, Hawaii at Scofield Barracks. I was walking to work that morning. It wasn’t like you see on TV, we didn’t have a “fall in” and a line up each morning. We woke up, did our barracks duties and we reported to work.

I was walking across Wheeler Field on my way to my duty station. I had been in Hawaii over a year, but I still loved to take in the scenery even if it was on the base.

I heard a wave of planes flying over the base but didn’t think much about it. But then the sirens began and all of sudden there were these planes low over me and the ground started to kick up in front of me. They were strafing(shooting) the field. I thought, “Are we doing some kind of test, am I in the wrong place at the wrong time?”

The sirens began to blare and I heard explosions.

I began to run across and away from the planes and made it to my station. I entered the building and my officer yelled, “Robbie, we are under attack!” Attack, I asked, who would be attacking us! I ran to the window and looked out and up to see plane after plane turn on their side toward the water. They were Japanese planes.

My duty sargent yelled at me again, “Robbie, get your ass out of that window!”

I would always stop Dad right here, and ask, “What did you do, Daddy?”
He would pause and laugh.

“I got my aaaaa…um…butt down out of that window. But that’s all you need to hear about that day”

Artist: Montgomery GentryAlbum: You Do Your ThingSong: Something To Be Proud Of


There’s a story that my daddy tells religiously
Like clockwork every time he sees an opening
In a conversation about the way things used to be
Well I’d just roll my eyes and make a bee-line for the door
But I’d always wind up starry-eyed, cross-legged on the floor
Hanging on to every word
Man, the things I heard

It was harder times and longer days
Five miles to school, uphill both ways
We were cane switch raised, and dirt floor poor
‘Course that was back before the war
Yeah, your uncle and I made quite a pair
Flying F-15’s through hostile air
He went down but they missed me by a hair
He’d always stop right there and say…

That’s something to be proud of
That’s a life you can hang your hat on
That’s a chin held high as the tears fall down
A gut sucked in, a chest stuck out
Like a small town flag a-flyin’
Or a newborn baby cryin’
In the arms of the woman that you love
That’s something to be proud of

About Dave Robison

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