Purely on the issue of the atomic bombing of Japan, my high school physics teacher was, as he put it, a "guest of the emperor" for the last year of WWII, at a sumer camp just outside of Nagasaki. He, like all his fellow campers--at least, those who were not being tortured at the time--was in The Mine at the time.
And then there's my friend, science fiction author John Dalmas. One day we were discussing the issue--possibly vis a vis Paul Fussel's essay Thank God For The Atom Bomb--and John started describing his own experience: Having completed jump school (the old five week experiance, not the modern three week abbreviated hell) he was on a troop train headed west which stopped in (I think) Albequerque for fuel on August 8th, 1945. He threw a kid on the platform a nickle for a newspaper, and
read the headline "SINGLE BOMB DESTROYS JAP CITY."Of course, they wound up finishing up the pacification of the Phillipines, so things were still a little dicey...
Well, I didn't have to be H.P. Kaltenborn to know what that meant. I stood up on my seat, held the paper over my head, and yelled "Hey, fellas! We ain't gonna die!"
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