From I Survived the Bombing of Pearl Harbor, 1941 A Japanese plane was heading right toward him. Danny sprinted, peering over his shoulder as the plane flew closer. He could see into the cockpit. The pilot was glaring at him through his goggled eyes. Rat, tat, tat, tat, Rat, tat, tat, tat. Machine gun fire! Bullets hit the sand around Danny's bare feet. Run! Danny told himself. Faster! The roar of the plane got louder. Danny fell forward, smashing his face into the hard sand. A thundering explosion shook the ground. And then Danny couldn't hear anything at all. Excerpted from I Survived the Bombing of Pearl Harbor 1941 by Lauren Tarshis All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.