The day finally came, the day that he would end the war. He had been given a great team, of which he was in control. They told him his job was to make sure everyone was in position at the right time and he was to pilot the plane. It seemed so simple, such an easy ending to such a complicated matter. All he had to do was blow up two towns, not too hard.
They flew off, across the ocean. An easy flight it seemed. He saw the Japanese coast approaching, he radioed to the engineers out back to open the hatch and ready the delivery. Then he gave to word for the bombs to drop. There was an eerie whistling sound and then oddly just silence. Before the sound of 246,000 people, and homes, schools and hospitals being torn apart. Then followed by the ever-ominous mushroom shaped cloud. Success is what he thought. But was it really a success on the part of humanity. His superiors or comrades never once challenged this man on his actions. But everyday he brought himself in front of his own court and sentenced himself to death for his actions. Actions that haunted him for the rest of his life.
He thought that although it was the wrong thing that maybe it would bring peace to the world for once. But he was wrong in that endeavour also. For this event that had been the dream of a young boy carved out the end of the world. It brought the fears of all into reality.
The young boy lived longer than he should; he saw what happens to a world consumed by fear, saw madness rise. Now all that he wishes is for a new world that can learn from history.
It does not matter who this boy was or where he is now, but what does matter is that you understand the importance of his story. Our world was once obsessed with death and Nuclear annihilation, slowly tipping into insanity. For those that are old enough to recall the events I’m talking about please tell your children this story, tell them how society is fragile and must be maintained through certain measures.
This is my message, teach your children not to fear those things or people that may be different. Tell them not to fear life or death. I wish for you not to be as naïve as I was. But trust in humanity.
I leave this letter in the solitary tree and I hope that it reaches you.
They flew off, across the ocean. An easy flight it seemed. He saw the Japanese coast approaching, he radioed to the engineers out back to open the hatch and ready the delivery. Then he gave to word for the bombs to drop. There was an eerie whistling sound and then oddly just silence. Before the sound of 246,000 people, and homes, schools and hospitals being torn apart. Then followed by the ever-ominous mushroom shaped cloud. Success is what he thought. But was it really a success on the part of humanity. His superiors or comrades never once challenged this man on his actions. But everyday he brought himself in front of his own court and sentenced himself to death for his actions. Actions that haunted him for the rest of his life.
He thought that although it was the wrong thing that maybe it would bring peace to the world for once. But he was wrong in that endeavour also. For this event that had been the dream of a young boy carved out the end of the world. It brought the fears of all into reality.
The young boy lived longer than he should; he saw what happens to a world consumed by fear, saw madness rise. Now all that he wishes is for a new world that can learn from history.
It does not matter who this boy was or where he is now, but what does matter is that you understand the importance of his story. Our world was once obsessed with death and Nuclear annihilation, slowly tipping into insanity. For those that are old enough to recall the events I’m talking about please tell your children this story, tell them how society is fragile and must be maintained through certain measures.
This is my message, teach your children not to fear those things or people that may be different. Tell them not to fear life or death. I wish for you not to be as naïve as I was. But trust in humanity.
I leave this letter in the solitary tree and I hope that it reaches you.
