Today, August 6, is Hiroshima day, and my thoughts go back to Oak Ridge Tennessee. More than thirty years ago I spent a few month in this small city close to Knoxville. I rented a room in a barack built with haste during the war as part of the Manhattan Project. I still recall the Old Man I met by the mailboxes asking if I worked at Y-12 and his disappointment when I said I spent my days at the research facility. “Oh, you’re one of those X-10 scientists… It was our men who made the bomb…”
That’s when I understood: this is where Little Boy was born. From these quiet wooded areas came the bomb that ended the war by ending all those lives in Hiroshima. In my mind I often wander the oak woods, dead leaves under my feet, thinking when it will happen next…
in every folded paper
Today we have a guest host for Haibun Monday at dVerse. Frank Tassone reminds us that today is Hiroshima day. I have never visited Hiroshima, but there is a strong connection between the bomb and Oak Ridge Tennessee.
August 6, 2018