Had enough time to call my wife when I saw the message, four seconds to say I love you and express how stupid it is that we are fighting. She was afraid and alone, I was on my ship.
The last words we shared before I had to go man my damage control station was a shared sentiment that we don't want one another to die.
Had to stand below decks and just... Wait, after we got everything secured and safe as possible. Sit and wait, for my wife and family and everyone I know to be turned into a burning crater.
On the upside, wife and I have made up. Imminent nuclear death is apparently a pretty good marriage therapy.
Edit: I'm surprised to see this has gotten so much attention, I'll try to answer as many of you as I can.
Thank you for all the kind words, there were a lot of stories like mine from the people I was with when it happened. Most of us have families, and we we're talking about where they were and what they're doing, if we knew. The odd part was, looking back, none of us told anyone else that things would be ok. We all knew things would not be ok.
Someone asked for a follow up, wife and I are doing great. There is a lot of clarity in final goodbyes and last moments. We only thought of one another, all the nonsense we'd been letting hurt us for so long seemed so small and silly in comparison. I'm going home today, but we talked for a while at night. Things are good. :)
Well I slept through the alarm. I woke up to the alert that it was a false alarm. Next time when it’s real maybe I’ll sleep right through the whole thing and never know what happened!
I was in line at the grocery store, buying cold medicine before going to work. I was joking about how I wouldn't need my cold medicine shortly.
People in the store were starting to freak out - a little girl was crying, they were closing the store to use it as a shelter for people. I was calm, left the store and called my mom.
I only had time to freak out about it once it was declared a mistake
Finished making breakfast, ate it in my tub just in case.
I just stared at the horizon towards Honolulu and waited to see if I was goona die or see an explosion. I occasionally tried to find more information on my phone/Tv.
I'm stationed at Pearl Harbor. My wife and daughter live in CT since I get out in 2 months. I woke up to the first alert at 8:07 and looked online and didn't see anything on the news, so I started to get myself awake. I texted my wife and we talked about the alert, but i told her i wasn't too worried since there was nothing on the news.
At about 8:20, the warning sirens and alerts went off. All I could think was "holy shit this is real." I threw some clothes on, and called my friends who live in the barracks building next to mine so we can meet up. On the way down from the tenth floor of my building, I called my wife and told her the sirens went off. I was doing okay until she heard that. I talked to her and told her I love her, for what I thought could be the last time.
I made it outside, found two of my friends, and we started running to the nearest shelter (about a mile away). By the time we made it there, our phones went off with the alert that it was a false alarm. This was at 8:45. It took 38 minutes to report that we weren't dying.
Since the alert woke me up, I just messaged my family asking if they saw anything on the news. When they said no, I tried to go back to sleep...
Honestly i said goodbye to a lot of people, not really through texts or anything but emotionally, prob the weirdest thing ive ever been through. You get to a point where you kind of accept it and think its the end, coming out the other side is so strange. I honestly think this is gonna have a pretty profound effect on my life.
Edit: switched profane to profound
Also odd coincidence my dad had a heart attack yesterday so just a tough couple days
In Hawaii we usually get a lot of tropical storms so we get a lot of weather emergency alerts like flash flood warnings and all that good stuff. I was working indoors when I heard my alert go off and figured it was one of those. When I saw the actual alert I was pretty dumbfounded and confused. I initially dismissed it as a false alarm and continued on until the second alert came on a few minutes later.
My heart sank pretty low. Just thinking my family would be home together and o was stuck at work was killing me. Wouldn't get to see my daughter again. Stuff like that.
Then I did some googling and was confused when I couldn't find any news on the missile. No other news site was reporting it, couldn't find anything on Reddit for a while. Only other people confirming the alert on twitter. Then I realized there's no way Hawaii would be the first to spot a fucking missile heading out way. There'd surely be news and other sites reporting on it.
Sure enough it was a confirmed false alarm. I've never been so relieved and shaken at the same time.
Surreal moment seeing the panic on people's faces as they talked to there family's for possibly the last time. Definitely remember the day that all Of Hawaii simultaneously shit themselves.
Figured I had a few minutes to find out if it was legit or not. I checked my phone to see what time it was back home to see if I could call my little brother to congratulate him for getting accepted into college and being offered a grant to go and texted my sister after realizing it was too early in the morning and I didn’t wanna wake him up. Ultimately I got into my group chat with my friends where we spent the last few precious moments roasting each other one last time.
“This can’t be real, ‘but it says ‘this is not a drill?” Step outside and ask the neighbors casually sitting on the porch “Yeah it’s real” ???? Go inside and proceed to google whether or not it’s real until Tulsi tweets it’s a false alarm. Figured if it hit our island then we’re screwed either way.
I got the first alert just as I was about to start work. I work in an office for a hotel. The first thing that went to my mind was contacting my family and friends to see if they got the alert too.
The next thing was, my hotel is filled to the brim with people from the mainland and other countries who most likely got the alert too. Imagine being on your dream vacation/wedding/honeymoon only to find out that a missile was headed your way, with the phrase: "THIS IS NOT A DRILL."
As much as I wanted to be with the people that meant the most to me, I knew that at that moment I was 100% going to be helping tourists get to safety.
I woke up to the alert, called my parents, who live on the East Coast, and sobbed as I told them about it. I texted my boyfriend who works in Pearl Harbor, hoping he would be allowed to check his phone if this was really happening, but knowing he wouldn't.
The panic in my mom's voice as she heard that her only child might die within minutes is not something I will forget.
Me and the wife did pretty good. We went from asleep to cover pretty quick. I filled a water jug, she grabbed the dogs, MREs are already under the stairs. We went from in bed to under cover with water, food, both dogs, and love you messaged sent in less than 5 minutes.
That my daughter at USC might be losing everyone in her family at once.
When I first heard my phone go off, I thought it was because of the upcoming monster surf we're expecting, so I woke up from my sleep and checked my phone (mainly to turn off the notification light). When I saw that it was an incoming missile, my heart raced (thinking that North Korea is actually crazy and we're about to die or be thrusted into the world news). I tried to find some live news on cable TV, but all there was was a scrolling message. I booted my computer up and went to Twitter to find info (all while thinking that there's a missile incoming) and found out it was a false alarm.
During that time (maybe 30 minutes or so) I was personally shaking and anxious. I'm actually still shaking five hours later as I watch the local news show a press conference. I think I'll be better not knowing with a warning if this is how I react.
I woke up to that alarm on my phone and after rereading the not a drill part I got my ass up fast, did my best to find anything to protect me from potential shrapnel, and put myself behind as much concrete as I had available. The whole time I was doing that I think I just texted one person in particular and called home to make sure they were aware of the situation.
Shit was one helluva wakeup call though.