The old man stands every day beside a set of bells that melted in the heat of the ninth of August 1945 and then resolidified into something that retained the shape of bells while no longer being quite what bells are. There are fresh flowers in the water bowls beside them. He has been coming here since shortly after the war ended, because he was inside a factory 1.1 kilometres from the hypocentre when the bomb exploded, and his boss had sent him to fetch something from another part of the building two minutes before eleven o’clock, and when the blast came it killed nearly everyone in the factory and he was not among them, and he has been standing in this park with the melted bells ever since, telling anyone who will listen what happened and what it means, because that is the only response to survival that has made sense to him.
He tells me this in Japanese, with gestures that carry the meaning across the language barrier without difficulty. When he finishes he waits to see if I have questions. I do not ask them. Some questions, in some places, seem wrong to ask. I stand at the water bowls for a moment and step back, and he turns to find the next person who looks as though they might listen.
Nagasaki was not the intended target. This is the fact that sits at the centre of everything else and refuses to be resolved into something comfortable. The primary target on the ninth of August 1945 was Kokura, a city of industrial and military significance in the north of Kyushu, which the bombers had marked for destruction following the Hiroshima attack three days earlier. The B-29s flew over Kokura three times and found the aiming point obscured by smoke drifting from the city of Yahata, which was still burning from conventional bombing raids the previous night. The smoke was dense enough to prevent visual confirmation of the target. Protocol required visual confirmation. The mission commander, Charles Sweeney, turned his aircraft south and flew toward Nagasaki, the secondary target, arriving overhead to find the same heavy cloud cover and spending the better part of half an hour circling in radio silence, low on fuel, with the weapon in the bay and orders that did not permit landing with it unexploded. At 11:01 in the morning a break appeared in the cloud. The bomb, codenamed Fat Man, fell at 11:02 and detonated five hundred metres above a residential district considerably north of the original aiming point. Approximately seventy thousand people died in the initial blast and its immediate aftermath. As many again would die in the following months and years from radiation exposure and injuries sustained in the explosion.
The primary target on the ninth of August 1945 was Kokura, a city of industrial and military significance in the north of Kyushu, which the...
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