tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10214458.post4144517183247573843..comments2024-03-27T13:10:17.362-07:00Comments on The Luna Park Gazette: Atomic DropRob Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741955202727936194noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10214458.post-3652419387019110462008-10-27T19:49:00.000-07:002008-10-27T19:49:00.000-07:00Wow, nothing like an atomic bomb to remind us how ...Wow, nothing like an atomic bomb to remind us how lucky we are.<BR/><BR/>War is always an ugly business and once you start down that road, it's downhill--or downhell--all the way.<BR/><BR/>Your dad sounds like quite a man. So glad he came back so we could have you.Rob Khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04741955202727936194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10214458.post-58192653053317854362008-10-22T09:25:00.000-07:002008-10-22T09:25:00.000-07:00Helluva post, R. I, too, may owe my existence to t...Helluva post, R. I, too, may owe my existence to the A-bomb; my dad was an MP guarding FDR at Hyde Park, and he and his battalion went to Reconstruction Japan after V-J. Had he gone instead into a battlefield, I might never exist, my mother would have died an old maid (that's for certain), and my daughter would never have been born either. It gives me a strange sense of my fate being intertwined with Fat Man and Little Boy, and with all those Japanese civilians who took the hit. My father, a true Christian gentleman and the most peace-loving man I ever knew, used to remind me to turn my ire towards the Japanese fanatical leaders and not Truman; it was well-known that they would have fought to the last man, woman and child. That said, my Dad loved the Japanese population the MPs encountered, and they seemed genuinely fond of the GIs. Strange world.Brenda from Flatbushhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04028764394435321917noreply@blogger.com