By David Brandin

My earliest memory of World War II is riding my bike, shouting, “The war is over!” At six-years-old, I wasn’t sure what war meant. And of course, I had no idea how wars began, or ended.
Later, I’d meet many people who’d fought in the conflict. I worked with an American whose B-29 airplane (Bock’s Car) dropped the bomb on Nagasaki and a Japanese who’d served as a Naval Air Cadet. There were other coincidences, some strange, and one that was most extraordinary. It happened in 1985. Continue reading Nightwriters: Liberation →