MY GRANDFATHERS’ GENERATION WAS PRETTY BADASS:

My paternal grandfather was in Hiroshima not long after the war’s end. He found out about the atom bombs, and surrender, while on a troop ship in the Pacific, where (as a reward for fighting across Europe) he would have been part of the invasion of Japan. He said that Hiroshima looked like a city of mummies when he got there, because so many people had flash burns from the atomic bomb. He didn’t seem especially bothered by that. I doubt he made it to Nagasaki for the Atom Bowl, but who knows?