Reprinted with permission from Greg Mitchell’s newsletter Oppenheimer: From Hiroshima to Hollywood.
This happened a few decades ago, but needs little updating today.
Approaching Hiroshima from the east on the bullet train from Tokyo, one can’t help feeling a certain morbid fascination along with considerable dread. After all, if it’s your first trip, you have never before set foot in a city completely destroyed by a single bomb that also spread radioactive debris over a wide area. On top of that, if you are an American, it was your country that did it.
Like others in my party, I had laughed and joked along the way, between attempts at fast-speed sightseeing. On a drizzly July day, Mt. Fuji was obscured by clouds and the view of Kyoto from the train platform was similarly murky. Unlike my fellow journalists, I’d seen Fuji and Kyoto before, during a 1976 trip, so I shook off the disappointment to concentrate on the unnerving notion of entering Hiroshima, as we hurtled west, finally in the bright sunshine of mid-afternoon.