My mother in law
Look at that photo again; that is a Life Magazine special; we should serve that up to the New Yorker - I mean really - we are on roll - I know it.
We can pull the files on Hiroshima - and get this narrative down. I mean that's a real story - a story waiting to break.
Start with the drafts my friend; start with laying out the story.
Here's you lead:
The phone rings on Sunday nights - very regularly - at 9 pm. I know who it is - and many times I pick it up - partially as duty of a mature son in law - and the other by curiosity. I can get her to laugh; she is quick to respond to some teasing.
That teasing; as brief as it is; speaks across an ocean of unfathomable solicitude. From John Hersey to Oppenheimer - the rise of a thousand horrific images - the incomprehensible; the Sunday night - the day of atonement - and then the giggle coming off an 82 year old Japanese woman still pushing through her native accents and linguistic inflections.
Not your typical mother in law salutations I guess; and we move on.
Yuriko - Maya - etc. Born in the old city of _____ Japan. Born into peasantry - born into chance and hardships in a feudal politicsphere - embarking on empire expansion. Fate, destiny, pre destination, risk, and mind boggling karma.
The Hersey book is on the shelf; I read it once and cannot bring myself in my older years to go back to it. It would set me off. Iris Chang, RIP - she went off.
Looking into that chapter of history with the voice of my mother in law 11 digits away - I would be hard pressed to focus on the task at hand.
In 1948 - the scene around -
I remember reading that had forsaken bombing Kyoto; one of the Harvard educated military brass - steered the uneducated away from that; even though the passions were there - the will and the US having suffered so many casualties wanted to put an end to these foreign wars.
It as spared; and so was she. It was fate that a soldier about to become a sargeant major - wounded in battle - and flung into the theater as a young kid from Lynn was about to deal with this.
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