[Badboo]

I thank God for the Enola Gay and her crew. I am here (as are my siblings, my three sons, and four grand children) only because of them.

My Dad was a Battling Bastard of Bataan, did the Death March and spent four years in a Jap POW death camp.

“We ain't got no mama, no papa, no Uncle Sam . . .”

One uncle built bombers, another was a Seabee, the third cut beryllium in Los Alamos. Without planning it they ended up doing all the things necessary to bring my Dad home.

[jjotto]

My father was crewman on a battleship. Never talked about the war until a grandchild spewed some public school nonsense about it. He emotionally recalled how sailors assumed they would not survive conquering Japan, as they were first in line. God bless the A-bombs!