The bomb bay was a cold, damp place. Always smelling of gas and tears of soldiers who had just received word that they had lost someone dear to them. The Atomic Bomb sat there in silence, preparing for it’s drop. Preparing to end millions of lives. We were on the mission to drop the bomb on Hiroshima, a populated Japanese city. I understand our wanting to get back at Japan for what they had done to us during the war, but a controversial nuclear bomb is taking it to far. The AA gun fire sounded outside the greased up windows, my ears blaring with the explosions, and me and the crew worrying that we would be hit, with the bomb, ending anything and everything in the area, even if we were in the sky. Most people like to not think about what the bomb will do to the people in the city. It’s a horrifying thing, an atomic weapon. Disintegrating everything, turning human flesh and bone into dust. The shockwave will level any building in the area, and blast anything living in half. The bomb doors are opening now, and the bomb lowering down, through the bomb gate. Norman, the artificially programmed Turing Machine decoded any last minute coded messages the Japanese sent out. Most of them were evacuation messages, and news broadcasts that a particularly large American plane was spotted in the sky. We could all hear people screaming in terror, and the heavy footsteps the film crew was recording. I know we all thought of what was to come of those innocents, being blasted to bits by a radioactive terror, far worse than any monster anyone could think of. Suddenly, a whistle pitched and the bomb dropped. We all watched as the atomic beast reared it’s ugly head and fell towards the terrified city. Our plane flew away, waiting for the telltale sign that it went off, the Atomic Boom, and the ensuing chaos. Out of nowhere, a huge orange and yellow cloud flew into the air, and proving that the bomb went off without at hitch. I could swear I heard screaming innocent people, fearing for their lives in their final seconds before they were finished by the blast. The shockwave hit the plane, and we were jostled around a bit but probably not as much as we were by what we just did. The thought of how we just ended thousands of lives finally built up in my head, and I started crying. Not for the Japanese empire, who would learn soon enough what it meant to declare war on America, not for the Americans, who had already lost enough in this war, but for the people. The thousands of innocent people we just ended…

To Be Continued...