Running Wild: Essay About the Novel Hiroshima
...ally, Rev. Mr. Kayo She Tanimoto, the pastor of the Hiroshima Methodist Church, was about to put away some clothes. While these innocents civilians were carrying out there lives, yet unknown to them, a plane called the Enola Gay silently passed unnoticed overhead and quietly dropped the worlds deadliest bomb that changed history forever. All they saw was split second, tremendous flash of light which gave them just enough time to turn there heads and then chaos rang out like church bells on a Sunday morning. When the bomb detonated all hell broke loose. Miss. Sasaki was knocked unconscious when her bookcase trampled her to the ground. Dr. Masakazu Fugii was tossed, like a stone, into the nearby river. Mrs. Hatsuyo Nakamura was trapped under her many household items. Fr. Wilhelm Kleinsorge feel to the ground, and hid behind his desk. Dr. Teru Fumi Sasaki simply fell to the ground. And finally Rev. Mr. Kayo She Tanimoto was hurled to the ground and covered by the garments he was putting away. The scope of destruction was enormous. It looked like an apocalypse. Everything near the centre of were the bomb dropped was totally obliterated. Buildings turned to rubble. People turned to ash. It was chaotic. The survivors were running mad along the streets in a fog of radiation. Some suffered burn marks, some severed limbs, others, who unfortunately stood outside when the bomb dropped, were permanently burned to the sides of buildings and roasted like an insect on a bed of lava. Nothing was left but the cries of the survivors. Civilizations just came crashing over Hiroshima The scope of the moral destruction was also unprecedented. It was very obvious that the bomb was in the wrong hands. Just like the Emperor and the flying machine, he was afraid not of what the man who invented the flying machine, but the people who could get their hands on it. IT is very odd that at the same time the bomb dropped on Hiroshima, so did the television on the Western world. Television is an evil in itself. It tries to make us forget...