She misses her toughness, her straightness, her distance. She expects that her mother was one of a kind. How many others have lain in a cot while an atomic bomb detonates? Not many. How many others lost their mother to that bomb on a terrible August day? Her mother’s life was quiet and static,
Because we were just talking about this; that these generations don't kniw mwn who've killed men because there was no war that sent droves off to fight like Vietnam. We wondered what is missing from people who have nothing to fear or no memory or firsthand stories that someone has the ability to punch them into place.
