On this day in 1945, President Harry S. Truman’s order to use nuclear weapons against the Japanese was fulfilled. The bomb, nicknamed Little Boy, was dropped from the B-29 Bomber Enola Gay by Col. Paul Tibbets on the city of Hiroshima. The blast had the equivalent to approximately 13 to 16 thousand tons of TNT.
Some 66,000 people were killed. And another 69,000 were injured according to estimations from the US Dept. of Energy.
Today, we recognize all the lives lost or destroyed in Hiroshima.
On a day like today, only the words of poetry are able to express the pain of the world.
“There came a Wind like a Bugle,” by Emily Dickinson.
There came a Wind like a Bugle-
It quivered through the Grass
And a Green Chill upon the Heat
So ominous did pass
We barred the Windows and the Doors
As from an Emerald Ghost-
The Doom’s electric Moccasin
That very instant passed-
On a strange Mob of panting Trees
And Fences fled away
And Rivers where the Houses ran
Those looked that lived-that Day-
The Bell within the steeple wild
The flying tidings told-
How much can come
And much can go,
And yet abide the World!