My father was on a ammo supply ship that fateful December morning, with tons of munitions on board. Thankfully, they were only strafed...they were tied up to a pier, a five iron shot from the oil tank farm. Had the aggressors dropped just one bomb on the tank farm, the entire fuel supply for the Pacific fleet would have been lost.
There was some dumb luck involved, which saved the fleet: the oil farm wasn't touched, the carriers weren't in port and a third wave never happened. We got our payback less than six months later at Midway.