Thanks to all who commented - I especially related to Mick. I still see that little guy break from the bush and drop to the sand as my rifle silenced him forever.
My wife's Dad, who passed on Saturday, was one of the Sailors who helped to clean up Nagasaki in 1945. I have no idea what he thought about it. It was what killed him in the end - at least the memory of it.
The guy who sent the narrative to me flew Thuds over North Viet Nam during the war. He wrote a new version of "House of the Rising Sun" on his knee board coming home from a mission where his wing man was blown to bits by a SAM missle. Makes my hair stand up to hear it.
Peace Brothers and Sisters.
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