Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
The other night I watched a National Geographic documentary on the bombing of Hiroshima. It was dreadful, no question about it. There were two survivors, children when the bomb was dropped, who told their stories throughout the program. They are old now, and I was impressed with their spirit not of anger, hatred, or desire for revenge, but of forgiveness and the hope expressed that the world will never see anything so horrific again.
Why forgiveness? Well, because they understand, perhaps better than most Americans of this generation do, that the bomb was a desperate attempt to put an end to the ceaseless flow of blood that was taking place in Japan’s determined effort to rule the world.
I believe there is, for the most part, a heartfelt reconciliation between the two nations today as the Japanese visit Pearl Harbor, and Americans visit Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
Japan acknowledges the help that America was in the rebuilding of their nation. Today, Hiroshima is once again a beautiful city, restored and rebuilt except for one building which has purposely been left as it was after the bomb fell. It is a permanent reminder of the results of warfare.
My dad was part of World War II. He was in the Navy, in a submarine, and most of his war was against Japan. He was never wounded, but he suffered some claustrophobia for the rest of his life. His boat was in Tokyo Harbor when the peace treaty was signed. He couldn’t see a thing because they were too far away from all the pomp and circumstance. Still, it was a major historic event, and he was there. Our WWII vets are dying, and we are losing so much history with them. They had a fierce pride in being Americans, perhaps the last generation to be as openly and proudly patriotic as they were. They’d been through the Great Depression, and survived. Those who survived WWII came home and rebuilt their lives.
The Greatest Generation.
Boy, have I been all over the map on this one!