Dorothy Hargrave should have been home, safe in bed, on that terrible morning in 1941.
Usually, the 30-year-old Navy wife didn't work Sundays. But she had risen early, riding in a ferry to her job at a restaurant on Ford Island, not far from battleship row. She would train a new waitress.
At 7:50 a.m. on Dec. 7, Hargrave and the new waitress were waiting for the only customer – a young lieutenant – to finish his breakfast.
The two women looked out the window, hearing planes zoom low overhead. At first, Hargrave thought they were U.S. fighters. Then she heard bullets slap the ground and saw flames shooting from a nearby building.