Hiroshima Memorial Peace Park.
It is a quiet morning as the sun breaks forth over Hiroshima Peace Memorial Park. I was visiting one of the two places where an atomic bomb was actually detonated as an act of war. Years later the place still evokes powerful feelings.
I think sadly of the mother who told her child she'd have to wait before they opened a tin of tangerines, a cherished delicacy, because it was wartime and things were scarce. When the bomb exploded the child perished and the mother lived. The woman would place an opened tin of tangerines at the daughter's grave every day for years following.
It is a place where it is easy to pray. Indeed one feels compelled to pray. There are those who would unleash this teror again in the name of Jihad. We must not let them!
Hall of Industry, which survived the blast.
Linden trees grow around the ruined building.
A raven greeted me from the fountain.
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