Hiroshima, August 6, 1945

It was a beautiful morning, birds sang in the scented gardens and the temples, benevolent guardians towered over the town. Children were already in school. Everything was as it should be.
Little did they know their day would soon end up in horror.
Ironically named Enola Gay and her 'little boy'', the harbingers of death and destruction loomed in the horizon.
At 8.15am, time froze forever.
The annihilation of a town by the atomic bomb. Black rain, people writhing in agony. Torn flesh, limbless bodies.
How could he live with himself, the one who pushed the button?
Quite well, apparently!