And while you're at it, please think of my uncle Lee, who died at 6:30am on July 27, 2003. He was a US Marine POW taken on Wake Island, and held for 44 months. He spoke to me of receiving rifle butt beatings every day of his imprisonment, often around his ankles or his abdomen -- just a strike here, or a strike there.
He lived to meet my aunt Bea, and together they had six wonderful children -- because he came home before he starved to death. He was liberated as soon as he was, because Japan surrendered after these atomic bombs forced them to end the insanity their heartless government had unleashed on the Pacific Rim on December 7th, 1941.