I remember visiting Hiroshima, in 1985. I went with a doctor buddy of mine. It was a strange and yet fascinating place. Our guide was a lovely Japanese woman who said her grandmother survived the blast and recounted the horrors that followed. Everything around the memorial was now built up, with only the ruins of the Hiroshima Prefectural Industrial Promotion Hall as a remembrance.
I remember as a child during the height of the Cold War, listening to the air raid drills and being told by our teachers to “duck and hide.” We would all stop what we were doing and crawl under our desks until the drill was over.
