There’s been endless debate about whether or not we should have used the bomb.
I’ve never heard any such talk from the Pacific Marines who were slated to invade Kyushu.
My dad is a pathetic commie pig union thug.
OTH, he was on an LSM, poised off the coast of Kyushu, and expecting to die in the first wave that he was going to do.
Leftist bung hole that he was, he cried and thanked God that Harry dropped those bombs.
Fast forward to 2005, shipboard reunion, Wright-Patterson AFB. I drove a car full of his shipmates to the museum. We checked in.
All those old codgers took off to the waayyy back of the hanger. I was at a loss. I had to run to catch up.
There, in the waayy back corner, was the BocksCar, in all its glory, complete, still ready to fly.
All those old farts were rubbing their hands on the belly of that airplane, crying their eyes out. Enola Gay DID NOT end the war, BOCKSCAR did. You had to be there to understand.