Paul Tibbets dies at 92

[flippyshark]

I'll be visiting Peace Park in Nagasaki in February, for reasons I plan to write about later, but expect a trip report in a few months time.

[Gemini Cricket]

I don't know if this is urban legend or not, but I remember reading/hearing a story about a woman who had the stitched design of her kimono burned into her skin. For some reason, that image is burned into my mind.

[Gemini Cricket]

Okay, one last thing and then I'm done with this thread. I'm getting all gloomy...

Little Boy, which had been dropped from the Enola Gay at 8:15:30, exploded 43 sec. later, at 1,900 ft. above Hiroshima, creating a blinding bluish-white flash and, for a fraction of a second, unearthly heat. Temperatures near the hypocenter, the ground point immediately below the explosion, surged to figures ranging from 5400 degrees F to 7200 degrees F; within a mile of the hypocenter, the surfaces of objects instantly rose to more than 1000 degrees F. Those caught in the middle of this maelstrom were the lucky ones. They died instantly, vaporized into puffs of smoke or carbonized into small, blackened, smoking corpses, mummified in their last living gesture.
People farther away from the source of the thermal wave were destined for longer agonies. The intense heat melted the eyeballs of some who had stared in wonder at the blast; it burned off facial features and seared skin all over the body into peeling, draping strips. The survivors who first emerged out of the roiling inferno that the center of Hiroshima had become walked like automatons, their arms held forward, hands dangling. In shock, they instinctively tried to keep their burned skin from touching anything, including themselves. They stumbled toward the riverbanks, some crying out, "Mizu, mizu!" (Water, water); the temperature and their injuries had left them severely dehydrated. Because light colors reflect heat and dark ones absorb it, some bomb victims had the images of their clothing tattooed on their flesh: the pattern of a kimono on a woman's back, the unburned swath left by a sash around the waist of an otherwise charred man. "Big black flies appeared and tried to lay eggs on human flesh," says survivor Michiko Watanabe, now 65. "The injured were so weak that they couldn't brush away the flies that nestled in their hands and necks. Some were black from a blanket of flies that covered them."

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[Kevy Baby]

Originally Posted by Gemini Cricket

I killed a cricket (yes, I know... the irony!) the other day because it was loud and annoying and drowning out my TV set.

Come over to our place some time. We buy full grown crickets 1,000 at a time, every two weeks.

Originally Posted by Gemini Cricket

I don't know if this is urban legend or not, but I remember reading/hearing a story about a woman who had the stitched design of her kimono burned into her skin. For some reason, that image is burned into my mind.

I found this