My Dad and Uncle were scheduled to be on transports for operation Olympic, the Invasion of Hoshu. When the Bomb was dropped they hugged and cried for they felt their lives were spared.
My Dad entered the Navy in January of 1942, by that February he was on a freighter off the coast Florida when the ship just astern blew up from a U-Boat torpedo. By June of that year half the men in his Boot Camp Company were killed by U-Boars off the the Atlantic coast in what the Germans called "Happy Time." None of the ships he served on were ever hit, but he had that feeling of being a fugitive from the law of averages. Yeah, he was very glad when it was over. So was my Mom!
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