“All I can do is give an eyewitness account of how it affected me,” he said.
On the morning of the attack, Rogo was eating breakfast in the mess hall of Ford Island, in the center of the harbor. As bombs went off Rogo recalled thinking it might be a testing exercise.
He went out to the lanais to see a Japanese plane completing its run. He was so close, he absently waved to the plane's rear gunner. And he got a wave back.
“It was the first attack I was in, or anybody was in, like that,” Rogo said. “I didn't know what the hell was going on.”
Rogo, now 91, has given his presentation to the students at Bellarmine Jefferson High School every year for the last five years. He shows them a picture of himself at age 20, and asks them to remember the young man who enlisted just a few weeks out of high school, a man who in one day was thrown into war.
Rogo remained in Hawaii until 1943, when he left on some missions that to this day he can't talk about. His career then led him to Philadelphia where he met a young Marine corporal named Winnifred, a gal from New York City whom he convinced to move back to California with him. They were married 61 years, and he still lives in the NoHo tract house he bought in 1947 — a “box house on a sand pit” before he fixed it up, installed a pool and made it his own.
“It was very easy to drive into the wrong driveway,” he said of the neighborhood's original look.
Rogo considers himself an introvert. He initially started talking about his Pearl Harbor experiences because there was a lull in a program he attended at the Burbank VFW. Over the years his story has been recounted in several books (though not all of them got it right, he says).