At a small table in a barn out in a field, two men were snoring peacefully at a table. An unfinished poker game lay scattered on the table as well as quite a few bottles of alcohol. Both men were snoring at a good volume, all of the excitement of the previous hour completely forgotten. They were both wearing tuxedos, yet for all their drunken splendor, not a single one was dirtied or disheveled. These men were honest pilots of the United States Navy and they were assigned to Pearl Harbor and just this last night they were celebrating their recent promotions to Flight Lieutenants. They had only fallen asleep the previous hour after having been up all night, but when the Japanese planes started strafing the nearby airfield and the sounds of explosions could be heard, both men awoke with a jo
