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across the seas

across the seas the Pacific Ocean was like an undulating mirror that day the ship was on its way to Nagasaki which for the young crew onboard meant nothing it is incredible how quickly a war is forgotten. Under the ocean, there were hundreds of sunken ships there must have been much suffering and deaths and many books were written on how successful America had been beating the enemy into submission. Nagasaki was like building site the Phoenix was rising up from the ashes shinier than before. I came across a neglected Portuguese Cemetery of mostly young men who had succumbed to pestilence long before Japan became a modern state the only visible place that told of deaths the rest was face masks because of building dust and beer. I looked at the faces in the street this was not an oppressed people, the war was behind them they looked at the future.

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