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The Enola Gay Section Two

Japan's consequences were a little more apparent, and devastating. Japan's once great city of Hiroshima, lay in ruin, a barren wasteland, with its entire population, sixty thousand individuals, perished instantly in one bright and intense flash. The first casualties of nuclear power in the "Atomic Age." Another forty thousand individuals, living further from the blast crater, barely escaping annihiliation; only to suffer an unpredictable, yet inevitable death sentence. Forced to suffer seconds, days, months, even years before the radiation coursing through their bodies killed them as well. Their dying days spent replaying their observation of the events of that day and the image of everyone they ever knew being instantly vaporized into dust. 

The victims of America's cruel and vicious attack were not war hardened soldiers, having already accepted the possible fate of fighting a war with a country as brutal as the United States. Sadly, most of the victims were innocent civilians; mothers, fathers, siblings, and children, ranging in age from vibrant newborns to the weakened old. All unaware of their impending doom. No different were these civilians than the American soldiers families enjoying the comfort and safety of their American homes. The only thing these people were guilty of, being born and continuing to live in a nation that opposed the Great American Empire. The guilty parties in this matter, were the American leaders ordering the airstrike and the twelve men who carried it out. Both, displaying a complete disregard for human life, or a shred of decency. The totality of the death, devastation, and destruction, the three D's of a Nuclear attack, was absolutely horrific, sickening even. 

With their actions, these men provided the perfect definition for the word, Atrocity. Made even worse by the fact, that two days later, they did it again, this time to the Japanese city of Nagasaki.  Answering for the death of 2,403, by killing roughly 250,000 innocent Japanese civilians, is not appropriate retaliation. In truth, it was then, and still is today, the worst example of a nation's atrocity in human existence, absolute evil.  How anyone is still proud of being American after the year 1945, defies understanding. The only question remaining, is "How proud are you?"

Copyright © Anthony Guccia | Year Posted 2016

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