(That head comes with a subhead: “If you are American.”)
I’m not into starting flame wars, but it just occurred to me, after watching Ken Burns’s The War — the part in which the war is finally over and everyone is coming home — that what was planned in an alternate scenario was far different.
In that scenario, America would be invading the main islands of Japan starting November 1st of that year.
My father was going to be part of that. Having survived 25+ missions bombing the Nazis, despite a ⅓ chance of not making it out (that is to say, after three missions his odds were pretty much 100 to one that he would not come back on the fourth) — they had him all lined up for Japan.
And if he had had to go invade Japan, it’s much more probable that he would not have survived, and I wouldn’t be here typing this, and if you are an American under 70 and reading this, you probably wouldn’t be here either.
So to the railers against the dropping of the bombs, and there are many — I just say, tell that to someone who was alive and thinking in America in 1945, and you will get a universal answer.
The acclaimed WWII writer Paul Fussell wrote a very cogent piece about the whole thing that should silence the throngs of the ignorant. Which brings me, as someone who lived in Japan for five years, has been to Hiroshima three times, was married to a Japanese and has a half-Japanese son, now teaches Japanese, to answer the question: do I feel bad for the Japanese who had to suffer the bombings?
The question is the same as when I think about feeling bad for the Germans who were killed at Dresden and Hamburg and countless other places.
Indeed, the majority were probably women and children. But wars are not fought by women and children; nonetheless, the men who fight them are supported by the women and children, and by extension of responsibility, the men fight for causes that they must necessarily agree with, or they simply wouldn’t fight. I know that is a somewhat simplistic statement, but the core implication is correct.
So no, I don’t feel bad for a single Japanese or German death that occurred during WWII, except perhaps for those dissidents such as Sophie Scholl or Claus von Stauffenberg who gave their lives for defying Hitler, and in Japan, well . . . uh, whoops. No one that I am aware of.
If you are not American, no doubt you’re going to bring up all the tired old counter-theories: The Japanese were close to surrendering anyway (patently false — please read the excellent biography of Hirohito to banish this impression) or a demonstration of the bomb would have convinced them of the futility of continuing (a ludicrous idea, especially having personally experienced the Japanese psychological and socio-cultural mindset close-hand).
So if you’re like me and had a relative, especially a grandfather, father or even uncle — who fought in World War II, you can thank Robert Oppenheimer and Leslie Groves, Leo Szilardand even Albert Einstein, that you’re sitting here reading this. (Dare I say it? You can even thank so-called “war criminal” Curtis Lemay. Yep, you can thank him too, while you’re at it.)
And you shouldn’t feel sorry for the victims. The alternative is you probably wouldn’t be around to feel sorry for anything.