WHO'S
SORRY NOW ?
On August 6, 1945
President Harry Truman sent me a letter that read, more or less,
"Greetings: The war against Japan is
still raging. I invite you to become a part of the military effort required to
destroy our enemy. If it is not too inconvenient, please report for active duty
one month hence."
Later
that day he arranged to have Hiroshima atomic
bombed, effectively ending the war as far as I could ascertain.
These
were mixed signals. Did Harry really need me now? I did not think so.
The Japanese
were slow learners. Not until we dropped a second atomic bomb, this time on Nagasaki , did
they finally surrender. Americans went wild with happiness on VJ-day. The fact
that I would soon be wearing khaki tempered my elation just a tad.
I
celebrate the day with three pals by getting drunk after guzzling whiskey from
a loving cup I discovered atop a mantel in my fraternity house. I became
wretched, and then I retched. It may have been the other way round. Talk about
fallout poisoning. It marked both the high and low points of my drinking
career.
The army
inducted me a month later, along with thousands of other young men, even though
the shooting had ended. I served twenty stress free months in the Army Air
Force, in stark contrast to what might have been my lot had Harry not
authorized the use of atomic weapons to end the war at once.
The
50th anniversary of the bombing of Hiroshima
brought an avalanche of criticism from hand-wringing apologists that angered
me. From my selfish perspective, the bombing changed the conditions under which
I served in the military. I firmly believe it helped spare my life. I believe I
would have been a ripe candidate to participate in the planned invasion of Japan facing
a military force that seemed prepared to fight to the bitter end, using suicide
tactics.
In
retrospect, I wish our veterans had used the anniversary to decry Japan 's war
record, from its heinous crimes against China and Korea , to
its insidious actions against us, beginning with Pearl
Harbor . I seethed, watching Japan stage
ceremonies designed to evoke sympathy from the world, when its leaders have
never apologized to this country for its underhanded beginning of the Pacific
war.
I am
glad Harry made the decision to drop the bomb. I am glad he gave 'em Hell. On
the other hand, he should never have invited me to the party after the guest of
dishonor left.
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