This isn’t the proud old sailor’s first trip through hell. That uninvited dance with death occurred 80 years ago. At age 18. At Pearl Harbor. Aboard the USS Rigel moored in unlucky Berth 13. Watching enemy planes drop bomb after bomb, one directly into the Rigel’s stern, blowing 150 holes into the ship. Watching the world explode. Watching young men die. Fearing he might be next. Praying through the carnage. Sixty minutes of hell that felt like forever. Visiting the nearby naval hospital when the attack ended, paralyzed by the sight of row upon row of fellow sailors and Marines wrapped in bloodied white sheets, haunting images that remain etched upon his soul.