I was at the Pearl Harbor Naval Base for work in 1984 (?) and had some time, so I visited the memorial. At the area where the small boat out to the Arizona is launched, I noticed people collected around one of the “park rangers.” Facing a few minutes waiting for the boat, I wandered over. Fortunately, most of the group was on the next launch so when they disbursed, I and another visitor were left with the guide. He looked to be in his early 70s. The other guy who was there mentioned to the guide that he seemed to pretty popular. The guide replied that the little crowds are frequent when they find out somehow that he was stationed at Hickman during the attack and was one of the guys running around trying to save himself and the planes during the attack. I was actually disappointed when my launch was called. People of our generation cannot visit the memorial and walk away the same. That guide’s story made the experience even more profound.