The letter to Washington was finished on the night of December 6,
1941. General Samuels had just finished decoding messages from a Japanese
mole that was caught trying to sink the S.S. Arizona on Battleship Row.
He was now in captivity.
It was now a little after for the next morning. The general was planning
on executing the mole at dusk. Creamer, a navy man who specialized in
interrogations, was not pleased about the execution and asked to speak
with the prisoner. The mole told Creamer that he was confused and knew
nothing. The general called the prisoner a liar and told Creamer that
he is probably after the secret weapon so the Japanese and Germans can
win the war.
"You mean 'Project Chameleon' that we have been keeping a secret?"
asked Creamer.
"Yes. What times is it?" the general asked.
"It's a quarter to eight."
"I better get going then." Creamer gave off a suspicious
look as the general walked outside. I'll be in my office if you need
me."
"Okay, Sam," said Creamer as he waved him goodbye. He went
back to his interrogation. "Okay, so you're saying that you know
nothing of this weapon the general is talking about?" Creamer asked
the prisoner.
"Exactly, I've been trying to tell you that I -" Loud planes
flew above and the prisoner gave Creamer a scared and confused look.
"I thought training day was tomorrow but I guess they decided
to do it today; the rookies are taking their first lessons." This
made the prisoner more scared. "Don't worry, we have veterans on
bard in case they lose control. None of our planes have ever crashed
into a -" The loud explosion stunned Creamer and the prisoner.
As Creamer looked outside, Japanese planes were heading towards Pearl
Harbor and were opening fire.
Creamer finally calmed down and looked outside for someone to watch
and make sure the prisoner would be safe while he went to get the general.
Nobody was around; they had all gone to the armory to "lock and
load." Creamer went back to the interrogation room.
"You have to come with me." The two ran out and headed towards
the harbor.
The prisoner yelled, "Where are you taking me?"
"We are boarding the Arizona. The general is in there… I
hope!" The prisoner didn't like the idea, but trusted and admired
Creamer's courage enough to follow him. They made it to Battleship Row.
Creamer got word that the general was still inside the Arizona. Creamer
and the prisoner boarded the ship and ran towards the general's office.
The heard people crying for help as they ran through the main corridor
of the ship.
Creamer and the prisoner were three doors away as they heard the muffled
sound of the general screaming, "I'm sorry!" The loud gunshot
afterwards startled them. Worried and confused, they ran into the office.
The general was in his chair with his pistol hanging from his hand and
his face and uniform soaked in blood. The general was dead. In front
of him, on his desk, was an almost finished bottle of liquor and a letter
to Washington. Creamer went up to the desk to read the letter.
"This letter is to Washington about how you tried to sink this
ship," Creamer told the prisoner.
"I did not try to sink it!" replied the man.
"I… I believe you," Creamer said. Creamer turned to
the general and went for the gun hanging from his hand. He noticed a
black marking on the general's wrist and pulled up the sleeve to reveal
a Japanese symbol.
"What is that?"
"I know that symbol. It belongs to the Hiroshima Triad of Japan."
"Could he be working with the Triads?" asked Creamer.
"That is what it looks like." answered the prisoner. Creamer
finally realized that it was the general that send the planes to attack
Pearl Harbor.
"Of course! He wanted someone to take the heat. He decided that
since you are Japanese, you would be the perfect person to put the blame
on."
"That is probably why he wanted me killed," said the prisoner.
Creamer took the pen out of his pocket and started writing on the back
of the letter.
"What are you writing?" asked the prisoner.
"I'm writing down your innocence and that this man is the mole."
Just as he was finishing, a bomb struck the Arizona. The two were not
injured. They must have been far from the point of impact. Creamer,
now shell shocked, said, "Let's get the hell out of here!"
They stepped out of the office but were blocked by smoldering fire.
There was no way out. Creamer, thinking quickly, took the liquor bottle
and dumped out the remaining alcohol. He stuck the letter in the bottle,
opened the window and threw it out. He tried to close the window back
up but it was too late. The water came rushing in. The two drowned that
day of infamy in that famous ship that we will forever honor and never
take out of its resting place.