Yamaguchi was in Hiroshima on a business trip for his shipbuilding company on Aug. 6, 1945, when a U.S. B-29 dropped an atomic bomb on the city. He suffered serious burns to his upper body and spent the night in the city.
He then returned to his hometown of Nagasaki, about 300 kilometers (190 miles) to the southwest, which suffered a second U.S. atomic bomb attack three days later.
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PALE USE
For it did make him that day and a shriek did blow a hole in his sky, pushing a countless death behind shrunk of its breadth like a child in the darkness floating downward to breathe all the names bringing the dead to call out in the flames.
No! No! No! No! Hear them wail. Hear them cry. Hear them shriek as the wind lifts them home from such misery. Have we minds to think of this, our pale use of force? Have we love that might lift with the same authority? If we have, do we know what we are nearing?
No! No! No! No! Hear them wailing over the present sand. Hear them crying underneath a new creation. Hear them shrieking against freshly painted ruins as the kingdom sends them down like rain. Can we at present remember our ashen use of force? I say we cannot! God damnit! I say we have not!
No! No! No! No! Our present destruction blows a hole in a world of skies! It runs from end to end and lifts us like leaves. Hovering for years, we’re waiting to float down to hear all the names calling out from under the sand, the dead shrieking at us beneath the mounds of bleached bone…
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