Donald Stratton awoke early that morning, nudged from sleep beneath an overhang on the deck of the USS Arizona by the slow stir of Sunday activity. With no major maintenance scheduled, he assisted a clean sweep-down before grabbing some chow and, on his way topside, a couple of oranges for a buddy in sick bay. Approaching the battleship’s bow, he saw sailors pointing in the direction of explosions on Ford Island, the home of a naval air station in Pearl Harbor on the Hawaiian island of Oahu.