I Am At The United States Air Force Base At Midway

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I returned to my bunk at 16:30, I was stationed at The United States Air Force base at midway, one of our largest in the Pacific. Tired and bloodshot, my eyes spotted a manila folder on my neatly folded bed sheets. It was exactly the type of folders I remembered seeing on the desks at the recruitment office nearly 6 years ago. I walked over, confused, mind racing about what this folder could contain. I’m currently not on any active mission, my bunk mates or I couldn’t have left a folder here. I flipped open the front to find a short stack of papers, clasped together by a paper clip, the first page was blank with the words “CLASSIFIED DOCUMENTS ONLY TO BE OPENED BY PAUL TIBBETS AND HIS SUPERIORS.” The ink from the stamp was fresh, somewhat…show more content…
Trying to take land from guerilla fighters that know the region won’t be sufficient any longer. Working with The British, and Soviets, we had already defeated Hitler and Nazi Germany. Our airstrike’s over German train yards, cities, and factories had decimated the Nazi’s stronghold in Europe. Hitler was dead, and the Nazi spirit soon followed. All that remained was the Japanese, and the war would be over. I wanted to go home, badly. I missed my family, my friends, the life of being a citizen. I’ve personally questioned the righteousness of everything I’ve been put up to. Was the righteousness of my task, the bombing the German cities and factories, and now dropping a bomb that could kill more people than I could ever imagine, more valid the righteousness of Germans encampment of the Jewish people, or the Japanese slaughter of Americans? Well, righteousness is a matter of opinion, a matter of whose eyes you’re peering at the world with. I’m sure the German leaders think their mission is just as righteous, as we consider. Of course I want my nation’s way of life to succeed, to survive in this war. I wanted that badly, I had that way of life as long as I could remember, and that’s why I chose to fight for it. But the more and more I was exposed to the horrors of warfare, the more and more I thought of the atrocities committed on both sides. I couldn’t help but wonder, who is the most righteous, in the
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