Kokura's Luck

Stepping outside, the air was chilly, smoky, the sky cloudy with patches of blue peeking through. Everyday news of how we are winning the war spewed forth. Inside, the family stirring small talk. A ‘typical’ Friday. Targeted.

We had heard rumors of an attack on Hiroshima several days ago. News reports always blur the truth. Life goes on.

To the south, stepping outside, the air was chilly, the sky clear. We are safe protected by our military, our air force always victories. The Emperor, considered a living God, infallible, would protect us.

March 9, 1945, Nagasaki, clear sky, secondary target.