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Like many in my generation was raised in both fear of the bomb and a shared vindictiveness that excused its use in punishing (because let’s face it that’s so often the impetus for going to war - to make them hurt and to proudly stand over someone who you’ve just punched in the throat for hurting you or worse your sister brother mother father your home). Even now I take solace in the fact that American young men weren’t put through a meat grinder on the Japanese mainland defended by soldiers and citizens clasping the bushido requirement of Japanese soldiers to die taking as many of your enemies with you.

So we’re left with this tragedy we inflicted. Horrified and fascinated, like spying a car wreck from the back of your family’s station wagon on a highway travelling to visit a favorite uncle. Do we reject it wholly though? I don’t believe we do, like a condemned killer awaiting execution in a jail cell telling himself “I would do it again...”

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