President Truman says, use ‘em as you wish.
August 6th 1945.
A US B-29 Superfortress bomber, Enola Gay, named after pilot Colonel Paul Tibbets’ mother, drops the atomic bomb, Little Boy, onto Hiroshima.
Moments later, between the Red Cross Hospital and the centre of the city there is nothing that isn’t burned to a crisp. The insides of streetcars standing at Kawaya-cho and Kamiya-cho are filled with dozens of bodies, blackened beyond recognition.
Water reservoirs are filled to the brim with dead people who look as though they have been boiled alive. In one reservoir a man, horribly burned, crouches beside another man who is dead, and drinks blood-stained water from the reservoir.
In another reservoir there are so many dead people there isn’t enough room for them to fall over. Continue reading