Five decades after the war, I am now here to do your final request.
It was never your intention to release those bombs. Chief said no one will be killed. But a week after you did your first mission, you read more than a thousand lives were shattered.
It haunted you.
Just five months after you quit, you bombed your own brains.
On your behalf, I ask for forgiveness to the souls you killed. I hope you are now forgiven, dear.
It was a normal day when the big black balls came. Kaboom here, kaboom there. Blood here, cadavers there.
It signalled the start of the second world war.
Looking at these canyons responsible for my husband’s death, I searched for anger. Anger for the soldier who launched the bombs.
But after fifty years, I found none.
Whoever soldier killed my love and a thousand more lives, you are forgiven.
Word count: 150
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Photo credit: Sunday Photo Fiction
Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Alastair Forbes where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using around 200 words. The piece doesn’t have to center around exactly what the photo is, it can be just used as a basis for a story.