August 6th. You forget about it sometimes. I didn't think about it at all today until lunch, when the japanese nationalists started to noise bomb the consulate. 'Gosh, they're awfully persistent today,' I was thinking. Then I recalled the date. Of course, of course...
I remember a conversation I had with one of my high school students back in Tsuyama. Japan shouldn't have a military he told me. No country should go ever go to war. I considered this for a while. "Yuuichi, do you know that if Japan is ever attacked, my father will come and fight for you? Do you know that my father would die for your country?' Yuuichi was shocked. "I didn't know." He put down his chopsticks and looked at his half-eaten bentou. "Is it true?"
But maybe that's a selfish thing to think about on the anniversary of the bomb.