To Hell and Back: The Last Train from Hiroshima (Asia/Pacific/Perspectives)

by Charles Pellegrino

The alligator people did not scream. Their mouths could not form the sounds. The noise they made was worse than screaming. They uttered a continuous murmur—like locusts on a midsummer night. One man, staggering on charred stumps of legs, was carrying a dead baby upside down. Its diapers and legs were burned even blacker than the clouds from Urakami.

Alligator people

Nothing could be more dangerous (in terms of being led to war) than worship of the elite.