My brother was killed on Okinawa. I was on Leyte picking up my gear for the invasion of Japan. The first bomb gave us some satisfaction. When the second bomb was dropped we were hoping. When the Japs surrendered we celebrated. I’m sure the bombs gave the Japs what they deserved over many years of cruel warfare. At least I am sure I survived WWII because of the bombs. No regrets on my part because the Japs(wartime names) were very mean people at the time.
My 5th grade teacher and a few other men I knew were Bataan Death March survivors. The Japanese could’ve lost 20 cities to nuclear fire and still not have been punished enough.