It was Monday like it is in 2007 when I writing my blog.
The blue sky gets clearer as the morning sun shone bright over the eastern horizon. Miles of lush paddy greenery sang for the rich annual harvest. From the small, terraced rice fields with tightly clustered homes one could see the leaves having transformed into a sea of green hues after a symphony of rainbow color. The gassho-zukuri houses stand side by side and are surrounded by rice paddies and fields. Autumn is perhaps the most beautiful time of year on Japan's mighty northern island.
The day was bright…bright as history. And, sooner did it all passed to the history. Morning Eight hours fifteen minutes passed as the city [Hiroshima] get ready to face the doom. From 2000ft (above 670 meters) a B-29 bomber fly passed leaving a 4000lb gun shell. Filled with 64-kg uranium poo [world’s first nuclear bomb] kissed the fated soul but [oh!] missed and exploded mid-air. Chroniclers later having confessed, “We saw another sun in the sky when it exploded." [Note: The official yield estimate of "Little Boy" was about 15 kilotons of TNT equivalent in explosive force, i.e. 6.3 × 1013 joules = 63 TJ (terajoules)]
An estimated 200,000 mass of flesh, bones and human bodies replaced the lush greenery. The were the citizens – one who worked in factories, the man plowing the field, women suckling the babies or animals from the herd. Wounds, mutilated bodies and nakedness walked past the dead or lay near with open expression, in silence. "Good morning, soldier."
“Good morning, Terrorism”, the world reclaimed.
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