This year, my birthday falls on the day after my sister's wedding anniversary.

So we're sending a delegate to Hiroshima on the anniversary of The Atomic Bombing ending the War in the Pacific.

Gee, I wonder why it never occurred to any other president to do this? They must have all been so stupid, right?

Years ago, while doing some government work, I had the opportunity to discuss this with a former U-Boat captain who had been stationed in Japan during the war.
It was the anniversary, and we were in a bar, and the subject came up. His wife was Japanese. He had married her on that assignment.
They both agreed that Truman had done the right thing.
Everyone in Japan, young and old, was willing to meet us on the beaches with anything they could threaten us with, including shovels, rakes and pitchforks.

What carnage would have occurred then?

Besides the radioactive fallout, do you realize what the truly scary thing about "The Bomb" was at that time?

One bomber could carry the payload of what a fleet formerly had to carry.
You could no longer limit the damage with air defense.

If only one got through, you were screwed.

Like Truman said, "Nobody is more disturbed over the use of Atomic bombs than I am but I was greatly disturbed over the unwarranted attack by the Japanese on Pearl Harbor and their murder of our prisoners of war. The only language they seem to understand is the one we have been using to bombard them"

By the way, compare video of Hiroshima today (you mean people can live where an atom bomb went off in less than a thousand years?) with video of Detroit (which was devastated by a fleet of democrats).

I saw something today at the Cracker Barrel that warmed my heart. Actually I was so blessed, that tears came to my eyes later.

A tall older gentleman was being helped out of the door by a small older woman and a tall younger man. They were kind of stuck there. The man's feet weren't cooperating. I asked the lady if I could help. She informed me that it was under control. After a while I realized that it wasn't. There were some other people standing around also, looking concerned.

I finally insisted to the lady that she should move and let me support the man.

She aquiesced (I like that word).

A short black gentleman (he was wearing a suit) went to the other side. The son stayed in the middle.

I suggested that we could carry the man to the waiting van.

His wife said that there was no way we could carry him.

The black gentleman then asked someone to bring one of those rockers to us.

We sat our friend down and picked him up by  the chair arms and carried them to the van.

The black gentleman climbed in to get the buckle. The son and I helped situate his dad and pass the buckle.

I prayed for the man in Jesus' name and after a number God Bless You's and Merry Christmas's all around, we parted.

The black gentleman's wife thanked the mom for letting us help.

For letting us help.

Christian's all around.

It was later, at our table, that Scherie and I were recounting the incident. I told her how grateful I was to be of use. Then I realized how blessed the family must have been to think that God had sent them help in their time of need.

We serve a great and mighty God.

And there are good people all around us, yet.