.....It was on August 6, 1945 that the United States dropped an atomic bomb called "Little Boy" on Hiroshima, Japan. It was carried on a B29, called Enola Gay, flown by Paul Tibbets. This attack killed an estimated 80,000 people. By the end of the year, injury and radiation brought total casualties to 90,000–140,000. Approximately 69% of the city's buildings were completely destroyed, and another 7% severely damaged. The bomb, of course, was dropped without concern about the civilian population, including women and children. This was war, of course. And we didn't start it.
......Now was there concern for these civilians? Of course there was. But did our President care about that? No, he was protecting our country. Is there concern about Israel bombing Gaza and killing, they say, about 1900 people, and also suffering a loss of many IDF soldiers? Is Hamas sending rockets over Israel? Should "Bibi" care about bombing Gaza and killing civilians? No. It's a war. And that's why it is said war is hell. And Israel didn't start it.
.....When WWII started and when I enlisted in 1943, I vowed that whatever I did, I did with a goal of excellence, whether it involved cleaning 50 caliber machine guns or a pot in the kitchen. When I went to college I vowed to go as far as I could and whatever I did I tried to excel. When I taught high school and college, I told my students to work with ruthless personal standards of excellence. And they tried.
.....And now my good friends--if any are out there besides my "regulars" who comment with feedback about what I write, I can no longer write the way I once did. In fact, my writing sucks. First, I cannot remember all the fine expressive English vocabulary, and secondly, I have a tremor in my fingers which holds me back from doing anything that excels. If I can't excel with what I write, I no longer wish to write. Just for the record, I've written almost 600 posts which have engendered almost 2000 comments. I know when the game is over.
.....When WWII started and when I enlisted in 1943, I vowed that whatever I did, I did with a goal of excellence, whether it involved cleaning 50 caliber machine guns or a pot in the kitchen. When I went to college I vowed to go as far as I could and whatever I did I tried to excel. When I taught high school and college, I told my students to work with ruthless personal standards of excellence. And they tried.
.....And now my good friends--if any are out there besides my "regulars" who comment with feedback about what I write, I can no longer write the way I once did. In fact, my writing sucks. First, I cannot remember all the fine expressive English vocabulary, and secondly, I have a tremor in my fingers which holds me back from doing anything that excels. If I can't excel with what I write, I no longer wish to write. Just for the record, I've written almost 600 posts which have engendered almost 2000 comments. I know when the game is over.
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