After a viewing of "Turning Point: The Bomb And The Cold War", Duty served as a first-person recounting—perhaps even an antidote—to the atomic moral question. The book's clear answer is that it was a godsend, averting the hell of a mainland Japanese invasion, saving not merely the soldiers from making the invasion, but those who knew the soldiers from suffering the additional loss of life.
Agree or disagree, the story buried a father. He was a decent man, and his son never suspected anything less. A man who embodied the American ethos of his generation, with a great compliment of friendship quietly coming from a late-stage caretaker speaking to the manly decency of that generation.
Men, their sons, and whatever duty each hold to one another came forward to demand my attention, which I am so glad it gave.
An unusual but wonderful read. Bob Greene combines his father’s story and service with that of Paul Tibbets, the commander and pilot of the Enola Gay. You’ll never think the same again about the end of World War II.