Wrong answer, Mr. "History Major". The bombing of Tokyo wasn't targeted at any specific industry, like the bombing of Schwienfurt was, the munitions dropped on Tokyo were specifically aimed at immmolating the population, not the business that help the Japanese war industry. It was a Fire bombing, designed to kill Japanese civilians, not military targets. War crime, pure plain and simple.
Obviously you are the product of a government school that has been indoctrinated in "victors revisionism". LeMay and Harris got their "justice" when they passed into the after life my friend.
...None of these people faced the dangers or knowledge that they were facing one-way flights like Lt. Kobyashi or the Kamikaze pilots knew they were taking....
You are wrong. And you are counting upon everyone here at this forum to be so infected by our general cultural implosion that we are unable to defend our American "fathers". But we are. However, theirs was not the nihilistic "one way trip" that is so admired by the sophisticated modern mind. They had a longing to live. And yet, they offered themselves up. I wonder if any of them thought: "Father take this cup from me."?
Here is a description of the "American way of self-sacrifice" in War and Remembrance:
".......Warren could not know---happily for him--what a sorry farce the whole American attack was degenerating into.
In the Japanese strike on Midway, one-hundred-eight aircraft from four carriers---fighters, dive-bombers, Type-97s---had joined up and flown out as a single attack group, performed their mission like clockwork, and returned in disciplined formation. But in this American strike each carrier had sent off its own planes at odd times. The slow torpedo squadrons had soon lost contact with the fighters and the dive-bombers. no American pilot knew what other squadrons than his own were doing, let alone where the Japanese were. Disorganization could go little further......
....Only one eccentric element--as it were, one wild card--remained in this all but played-out game; the three slow American torpedo squadrons. These were operating out of sight of each other, in a random and quite unplanned way. No torpron had any idea where another torpron was. The commanders of these weak and outmoded machines, three tough mavericks named Waldron, Lindsey, and Massey, were doing their own navigation. It was they who found the Japanese.
"Fifteen torpedo planes, bearing 130!"
Nagumo and his staff were not caught by surprise, though the absence---again!--of fighter escort must have astounded them. The bearing showed the planes were coming from the carrier Nagumo was closing to destroy. Fifteen planes, one squadron, naturally the Yank carrier would try to strike first. But the vice admiral, with an advantage, as he believed, of four to one ships and planes, was not worried. ....
...The fifteen aircraft sailing in against Nagumo were Torpedo Squadron Eight of the Hornet. Their leader, John Waldron, a fierce and iron-minded aviator, led his men in on their required straight slow runs---with what feelings one cannot record because he was among the first to die---through a thick anti-aircraft curtain of smoke and shrapnel, and a swarming onslaught of Zeroes. One after another, as they tried to spread out for an attack on both bows of the carriers, Waldron's planes caught fire, flew apart, splashed in the sea. Only a few lasted long enough to drop their torpedoes. Those who did accomplished nothing, for none hit. in a few minutes it was over. Another complete Japanese victory.
But even as the fifteenth plane burst into flames off the Akagi's bow and tumbled smoking into the blue water, a strident report from a screening vessel staggered everybody on the flag bridge.
"Fourteen torpedo planes approaching!"
Fourteen MORE? The dead, risen from the sea as in some frightful old legend, to fight on for their country in their wrecked planes? The Japanese mine is poetic, and such a thought could have flashed on Nagumo, but the reality was plain and frightening enough. American carriers each had but one torpedo squadron; this meant that at least one more carrier was coming at him. ...There might be four more carriers. Or seven. ...
Speed all preparations for immediate takeoff!"
The panicky order, abandoning cooridated attack, went out to the four carriers. The air raid bugles brayed, the thick black-puffing AA thumped out from the screen, the carriers broke formation to dodge the attackers, and the Zeroes, halting the slow climb to combat patrol attitude, dove at this new band of unescorted craft. These were Gene Lindsay's squadron from the Enterprise. The scarred, unwell commander had led them straight to the enemy while McCluskey groped westward. Ten planes went down. Lindsey's among them. Four evaded the slaughterers.....If any torpedo hit, it did not detonate.
Another big victory! But all steaming order was now gone from the Carrier Striking Force. Evasive maneuvering had pulled Hiryu almost out of sight to the north, and strung the Akagi, the Kagaand the Soryuin a line from west to east. The screening vessels were scattered from horizon to horizon, streaming smoke and cutting across each other's long-curved wakes. The sailors and officers were working away on the carrier flight deck with unabated zest. They had already cheered the flaming fall of dozens of bombers from Midway, and now two waves of Yank torpedo craft had been minced up by the Zeroes! The four flight decks were crammed with aircraft; none quite set for launch, but all fueled and bomb-loaded, and all in a vast tangle of fuel-lines, bombs and torpedoes, which the deck crews were cheerfully sweating to clear away, so the airmen could zoom off to the kill.
"Enemy torpedo planes, bearing 095!"
This third report after a short quiet interval. The Zeroes were heading up to the station whence they could repulse dive-bombers from on high, or knock down more low skimming torpedo planes, whichever would appear. The four carriers were turning into the wind to launch, but now they resumed twisting and dodging, while all eyes turned to the low-flying attackers, and to the combat patrol diving in a rush for more clay-pigeon shooting. Twelve torpedo planes were droning in from the Yorktown. These did have a few ecort fighters weaving desperately above them, but it made little difference. Ten were knocked down; two survived after dropping torpedos in vain. All three torpedo squadrons were wiped out, and the Nagumo Carrier Striking Force was untouched. The time was twenty minutes past ten.
At that very moment the almost unrecognisable voice of a staff officer uttered a scream which perhaps rang on in Nagumo's ears until he died two years later on the island of Saipan....
"HELL DIVERS!"
The two slanting lines stretching upwards into the high clouds, unopposed by a single fighter, dark blue planes were dropping on the flagship and on the Kaga. The Zeroes were all at water level, where they had knocked down so many torpedo planes and were looking for more. A more distant scream came from a lookout pointing eastward.
HELL DIVERS!
A second dotted line of dark blue aircraft was arrowing down towards the Soryu.
I was the perfect coordinated attack. It was timed almost to the second. It was a freak accident.
.....In a planned, coordinated attack, the dive-bombers were supposed to distract the enemy fighters so as to give the vulnerable torpedo planes their chance to come in. Instead the torpedo planes had pulled down the Zeroes and cleaned the air for the dive-bombers.
What was not luck, but the soul of the United States of America in action, was this willingness of the torpedo plane squadrons to go in against hopeless odds. Theirs was the extra ounce of martial weight that in a few decisive minutes tipped the balance of history.
Perhaps, kobyashi1942, if you ever feel like a bit of diversity you will choose a nom de guerre from one of these self-sacrificing--NOT suicide---American warriors.
Whatever we have become; however far we have fallen as a people; do not presume to bulldoze the graves of our dead in order to make your points--however accurate they may be concerning the undoubted ruthlessness of our ruling elite.....