Last week marked 75 years since the bombing of Hiroshima. I hate to admit that I actually remember the moment when I heard President Truman announce the astonishing event on a radio broadcast. I was 2 months short of 5 years old.
I didn’t understand the new solemn mood in my house. My grown-ups were clearly upset as I had never seen them before. We lived then in Lakehurst, N.J., where my father was stationed at the Naval Base. Watching the blimps float above the tiny yard of our military quarters was our frequent amusement. Everything had seemed peaceful.