Well folks,
My dad was on duty, in Pearl Harbor, when the attack occurred. He was on the Sea Plane tender, the "Curtiss". His ship was bombed and, blew out three decks all at once, right through the radio room of which, he was stationed, at the time. For some odd reason, he turned and looked and saw something he normally could not see, sitting at his radio station. He saw the deck above him and, the deck below him. He managed to make it out onto the deck and, there he pulled three men from impending danger, all the while in sever pain himself.
He sat down for a bit and asked a corpsman to take a look at him and check out his back, where the pain was. The Corpsman told him, "You're done, do not move, your back is broken". He spent lots of time in the hospital afterwards.
He lived out the rest of his life, in San Diego CA where he managed to do a full term as a Federal Fireman at Naval Training Center, San Diego. His name is mentioned in "The day of Infamy" book.
Scott