Sunday Morning at Pearl Harbor
At breakfast time on Sunday morning, December 7, 1941, Dorie Miller
was serving coffee aboard the battleship, west Virginia. Dorie was a
black, the highest job to which he could then aspire in U.S. Navy was
that of messman. While he was technically a member of a great fighting 
fleet, he was not expected to fight. Most Army and Navy officers inveighed
against the Blacks as fighting men. Although Blacks were nettled by such
overt prejudice, Dorie apparently accepted being relegated to the role of
a messhall servant. Now, as he poured coffee, he was wondering why the 
airplanes above were making so much noise on peaceful Sunday morning.

to bury the hatchet--After not speaking to each other for 
a year, they decided to bury the hatchet.
(to make peace)