Kearsarge (CVA 33) - Naval Cruise Book

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ln August, my men broght me slowly into Pearl Harbor, Hawaii. l docked at Ford Island, lust around a bend in the channel from where the remains of the USS ARIZONA, devastated by Japanese bombs on that fateful Sunday in l94l, lies sullenly in the mud of the harbor. Still in commission, she is a memorial to the men that died with her, and a reminder of the grim consequences of lack of pre- paredness. ' My men spent most of their liberty hours on Waikiki, her sandy carpet unfolding before them, the army of multi-colored hotels lining the edge of the beach, guarded at one end by elderly Diamond Head, at the other by modern Honolulu. There was lofty Nuuana Pali, on whose windswept heights Kamehameha the Great defeated Oahuan warriors in bloody warfare in 1795. There was the Blowhole, the broad avenues of Honolulu, the pineapple plantations. A kaleidoscope of color, a mixture of modern and ancient civilizations, Hawaii was a tourist's paradise. But the hours were too short, the days not long enough, and we departed that tropical island with many sights still left unseen.