“My Dad was in a Philippine staging area waiting for invasion orders for Japan. Thanks to Harry Truman for ordering the A bombing of Japan. No apology.”
My father was in Honolulu, healing from serious injuries on Okinawa after 45 days of combat. He was ready to go back to full duty, when they dropped the bombs.
Folks raised me with idea the bombs probably saved his life.
My mother spent the war years in suburban Lost Angeles, working on planes, with blackouts, etc. fearing invasion from the sea by those dastardly, diabolic japs.
No apologies warranted.
..My mother spent the war years in suburban Lost Angeles, working on planes...
Interesting story. My Mom was a WAC. She joined when she married my Dad in 1944. She was medically discharged and went to work at a factory in Dallas making self sealing fuel tanks for P51 Mustangs. She said she had to wear a gas mask everyday in the room she worked in. I don’t know why. It must have been some very toxic stuff they were working with.