Alec's story:
While dad and I were walking from the dome building to the museum, an old man (probably about 85 years old) came up and introduced himself to us. He basically comes every year for the anniversary, and he tells people his story. Apparently, when he was about 16 (I think) is when the bomb hit. He was staying with a friend who lived just outside the blast zone at the time. His mother was at their home near where the bomb exploded, his father and little brother were out and about. All of them died in the blast. A day after the horrific tragedy, he returned to the city to search for his family. He stumbled over dead bodies; everything around him was ruins. He searched and searched, but his family was gone. I am not sure how he survived the radiation, he must not have stayed long enough for it to affect him that badly. His point to the story was, it is never right to drop a bomb on an entire city. How true that is . . .
Monument to the children. There is a little girl on top with an origami swan.
Flowers from the memorial celebration they had on August 6th and 9th.
This man is 85 years old and survived the Hiroshima bombing.
He was telling Alec his story. How cool is that?
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