The brighter-than-daylight flash. The louder-than-thunder sound. The earth-leveling blastwave. The hotter-than-the-sun searing heat.
Dust. Rubble. Shattered ruins of high rises. The horrifying shadowed outlines burned into rubble: the last remains of disintegrated human beings.
Swirling dust bearing radioactive death. The ever-sickening, whose hair falls out in clumps. The slowly-dying, whose skin pales, then dries out and peels like weathered husks.
The terror of black rain.
Two days later, the surrender…
VJ Day
a sailor kissing a woman
in Time Square
We write about the unadulterated horror of war—without context to cause, justified or otherwise—over at dVerse.
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Frank J. Tassone 
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