
(This was originally written in June of 2017)
On August 6, 1945, the world was forever changed. We had entered the nuclear age and there was no way to ever go back. Days leading up to the bombing of Hiroshima President Truman called Japan, warning to “expect a rain of ruin from the air, the like of which has never been seen on this earth.” The bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki were the only times in human history that the destructive power of nuclear weapons has been unleashed and it changed the world forever.
As you look at American history you can see the ripple effects of entering the nuclear age. Bomb shelters, duck and cover drills, and the cold war were grim reminders that there was now a fear that hung silently in the air over us. As time wore on that fear dissipated. Those that remember that day from a first-hand account are few and far between. The memories of those who lived in fear of retaliation are beginning to fade. I suppose time can help you forget but I don’t know if can ever actually heal your wounds.
My world was rocked this week by events that may haunt my mind for weeks, months, and maybe even years to come. Things that can’t be undone, the clock can’t be turned back and I now live in my own nuclear age. Initially, I was just numb with shock. I could feel nothing and was more in disbelief than anything else. As the reality of what had happened began to wash over me I just wanted to run. That slowly turned into agony which led to rage. I sat with my thoughts and tried to make sense of this new world. I tried to comprehend how to navigate through it. The only thing I knew for sure was that life would never be the same.
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