Bill Whittle on the necessity of Hiroshima and Nagasaki
My father came home alive because of Harry Truman's brave and terrible decision.
My dad was stationed in Japan in the 1950s and I grew up in Sagamihara and Yokohama, returning stateside at age 13 in 1961.
Our maid, Masako, at age eight or nine, was compelled to work in an armaments factory in 1945. When most of the plant was destroyed in a fire bomb raid, the machinery was moved into caves dug into the soft sandstone bluffs near the seashore.
As a little kid, I played with Japanese kids in those caves. We saw no irony in this, a little over a decade after the war.