If you want to know what it was like that day, 70 years ago, when the bomb was dropped, read this.
Koji says he’s not a writer, but in stories like this one about his family’s history in Hiroshima, I beg to disagree.
There is living proof of forgiveness from a few – and they let out a resounding message of world peace for us.
It was an extreme emotional experience – not just for my oldest son Takeshi and I but for the kind souls who joyfully spent their afternoons with us on a hot September day in Hiroshima. I was able to finally meet – and thank – the people who were kind enough to seek out my father’s 1937 high school yearbook and thereby give my father a joyous remembrance of his most happiest days of youth in the sunset of his long life.
Not being a writer, putting this experience into words is…
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