i watched this documentary called “White Light / Black Rain” that was about the dropping of the atomic bombs. i had had it tivoed for a while, but decided to watch it tonight because there was nothing better on. i was just amazed.

what amazed me the most was the personal stories of the survivors. such strong people that went through a terrible thing… that witnessed a terrible thing. one woman told of how she and her sister survived, found their mother who didnt, and watched as she collapsed into dust. another man was horribly disfigured from burns. he just had skin cover several of his ribs on one side; worse and more graphic that anything ive seen in any holocaust photo.

it made me sad to be an american. to know that it was my government that did this to innocent men, women, and children. it made me disgusted when i heard the near gleeful tales from the men who were responsible for flying the Enola Gay and the dropping of the bombs. it made me sick to see such hurt and pain that still lies with the survivors.

they say everything we need to learn, we learned in kindergarten. be nice. don’t fight. tolerate one another. at what point do we forget these rules? at what point do we “grow up” and start to believe that it is ok to hurt, abuse, and kill one another?

i’m sure many would say i sound like some bleeding heart hippie liberal….. but what staunch republican mother or father wouldn’t secretly wish there was no such thing as war if it meant they could have their deceased child back?