Lee B. Thomas, Jr.

On August the 6th in 1945 I was on landing craft manpower headed for the invasion of Japan. I was going to die. I knew it. At 2 o’clock that afternoon, we were invited down into the hold of the ship to listen to the news of the bomb. It saved our lives. We had a hell of a party. We all got snookered. As soon as the surrender was signed, they put us on a train. I think the train went directly to Hiroshima, but I’m not sure. I know I was in Hiroshima when it was still warm. So we are talking weeks, at most after the atomic bomb. The few people left, this I can remember vividly, made lean-to shelters and they poked holes in the water mains on the corners— they put wooden pegs in it then took the peg out to get some water. Of course it was all radioactive. None of us knew it. I wasn’t there very long so while I’ve taken precautions—the dentist doesn’t take pictures of my teeth—but I didn’t have any radiation damage that I know of. I made it to 80 years old so it looks like it’s OK. So I didn’t really suffer, except spiritually...seeing what happened to people. All of the hate films that we saw were false. We’d been lied to by our own government—because they’re people [the Japanese]. And I can still remember it vividly as if it were yesterday. An old Japanese gentleman came out to wish me bon voyage because I was going home.