THE ARRIVAL OF THE ATOMIC BOMB IN JAPAN-HIROSHIMA & NAGASAKI THE BOMBING
Col. Paul W. Tibbets, Jr., pilot of the ENOLA GAY, the plane that dropped the atomic bomb on Hiroshima, waves from his cockpit before the takeoff. (August 6, 1945)
At the time this photo was made, smoke billowed 20,000 feet above Hiroshima while smoke from the burst of the first atomic bomb had spread over 10,000 feet on the target at the base of the rising column. Two planes of the 509th Composite Group, part of the 313th Wing of the 20th Air Force, participated in this mission, one to carry the bomb, the other to act as escort. (August 6, 1945)
Photograph of Destruction in Hiroshima
Photograph of a Destruction in Nagasaki
Before noon on August 10, 1945, a mother and her son have received a boiled rice ball from an emergency relief party. One mile southeast of Ground Zero, Nagasaki. (August 10, 1945)
Survivors moving along the road after the atomic bombing of Nagasaki, Japan. (August 1945)
Japanese Soldier's Ghost by Albert F.
I'm in the Air Force and when I was stationed at Clark Air Base, Philippines, I experienced what seemed to be an encounter with a ghost. I worked as a Security Police assigned to Mounted Patrol (Horse Patrol). The entire base is huge and most of the grounds are not accessible to vehicles or foot patrols. Mounted Patrol fit the void in harsh jungle areas that were hard to access but needed patrolling. As you know,during World War II there were many fierce battles fought on the base.Americans, Filipinos and the Japanese carried many stories covering the battles,and heavy death tolls resulting in the carnage.
One night I was patrolling(alone) a section of weapons storage area and I noticed in the shadows by a utility pole a human-like figure standing by the pole. Since it was the middle of the night and everyone had gone home from work, I knew the only people that could be in the area were other Security Policemen. I called on the radio to the dispatch desk to ascertain if there were any foot patrols in the area. They said none - I was the only one in the area. I called back and announced I have an intruder in the area. I started to move on the intruder (remember I'm on a full size American Quarter horse and the intruder is on foot). We have what is called a signal flare (white phosphorous signal flare). It's used to light up an entire city block for about 20-30 seconds to aide us in evaluating the situation and guide us to our target. When I yelled out for the intruder to stop, the person came out entirely from the side of the utility pole and started heading away from me, not really running, but he seemed to be floating away from me. I thought it was just the shadows and the distance between us to give me a clear outline of the person. I called the desk and told them I was giving chase. I started galloping toward the intruder's position (100 yards away). I was traveling almost 20-25 miles an hour on horseback and I wasn't gaining any ground. This particular area was over open manicured grass without any obstructions. I decided to shoot up a signal flare to get a direction of the intruder's position. As I was about to send the signal flare up, the person disappeared. I stopped and shot the flare anyways. When the flare erupted and the whole area was illuminated, I saw nothing but open field. The person just disappeared. The desk was calling me on the radio, asking for status. I didn't know what to tell them. One minute I'm in pursuit and the next the intruder vanishes. I left the area and explained on the telephone what had happened.
I talked to other guards and they have seen and heard similar stories of seeing Japanese soldiers in the area. Some have been known to call out to tower guards and the guard would look down and not see a soul. Everyone said I saw a ghost. To this day I know what I saw, but I could not explain what happened.
Malcolm X (1925-1965) was shot down by three gunmen during a speech on February 21, 1965 at the Audubon Ballroom in Washington Heights (Harlem) NY.
After founding the Organization of Afro-American Unity, a black nationalism group, he was widely denounced by his former associates at the Nation of Islam.Three men were convicted of his murder, and served prison terms of 21, 27, or 32 years.
At first he believed in black nationalism but after his trip to Mecca he believed in unity.
He also believed in crime. And he once said; "I am for whoever and whatever benefits humanity as a whole.
Malcolm X, born Malcolm Little, also known as Detroit Red, El-Hajj Malik El-Shabazz, and Omowale, (Omaha, Nebraska, May 19, 1925 - February 21, 1965 in New York City) was a Muslim Minister and National Spokesman for the Nation of Islam.
During his life, Malcolm went from being a young street-wise Boston hoodlum to becoming one of the most prominent black nationalist leaders in the United States, and when murdered, became considered by some as a martyr of Islam, and a champion of equality.
A year before his death Malcolm became an orthodox Sunni Muslim following a pilgrimage to Mecca. He was assassinated by members of the Nation of Islam in Washington Heights on the first day of National Brotherhood Week.
On February 21 in Manhattan's Audubon Ballroom, Malcolm had just begun delivering a speech when a disturbance broke out in the crowd of 400. A man yelled, "Get your hand outta my pocket! Don't be messin' with my pockets!" As Malcolm's bodyguards rushed forward to attend to the disturbance and Malcolm appealed for peace, a man rushed forward and shot Malcolm in the chest with a sawn-off shotgun. Two other men quickly charged towards the stage and fired handguns at Malcolm, who was shot 16 times. Angry onlookers in the crowd caught and beat the assassins as they attempted to flee the ballroom. The 39-year-old Malcolm was pronounced dead on arrival at New York's Columbia Presbyterian Hospital. He was killed by the shotgun blasts, the other bullets having been directed into his legs.
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