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[aid] => mick
[title] => free and easy
[time] => 2004-11-24 03:57:31
[hometext] => I was thinking about WWII the other day it being remeberance day and everything and I just scribbled this down. What I was thinking about at the time was Hiroshima. The mistakes of the past filled my mind and I wondered if we were making them all again.
[bodytext] => free and easy a bird blue skys pink fluffy clouds a rainbow red like blood a human star born on earth scorch the ground gaze with melting eyes a war for peace? "My God," he asked himself, "what have we done?" The July 24, 1995 issue of Newsweek writes: In the moments after the bomb detonated over the target at 8:15 in the morning of August 6th, women ran shrieking into the rivers, with their skin hanging off them like shreds of their kimonos. Birds were ignited in midair. Perhaps 70,000 men, women and children, most of them nonmilitary, died instantly. An additional 50,000 died within months from radiation poisoning and burns. Looking down from the Enola Gay a few seconds after the blast, a crewman thought the city looked like "a pot of boiling black oil". "A bright light filled the plane," wrote Lt. Col. Paul Tibbets, the pilot of the Enola Gay, the B-29 that dropped the first atomic bomb. "We turned back to look at Hiroshima. The city was hidden by that awful cloud...boiling up, mushrooming." For a moment, no one spoke. Then everyone was talking. "Look at that! Look at that! Look at that!" exclaimed the co-pilot, Robert Lewis, pounding on Tibbets's shoulder. Lewis said he could taste atomic fission; it tasted like lead. Then he turned away to write in his journal. "My God," he asked himself, "what have we done?" ©Newsweek, 1995 (special report, "Hiroshima: August 6, 1945") note: Paul Tibbets was Colonel, not "Lt. Colonel," when he was the pilot of the Enola Gay. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 57 [informant] => denno [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => war )
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