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Secretary of War Henry Stimson walked into President Harry Truman's office at the White House in the summer of 1945 carrying a top-secret target map that sentenced Japan's ancient capital of Kyoto to annihilation.
On May 11, 1945, the military Target Committee had unanimously placed Kyoto at the very top of the priority list for the first atomic bomb. Surrounded by mountains on three sides, the flat basin holding 1,600 Buddhist temples, 400 Shinto shrines, and one million Japanese citizens was judged by military physicists to be the ideal laboratory to measure maximum blast destruction.
Stimson stood alone against a wall of generals. General Leslie Groves, head of the Manhattan Project, insisted that Kyoto was the single best military and scientific target in Japan. Even after Stimson ordered Kyoto removed on May 30, the generals quietly pushed to put the ancient city right back on the strike list.
At seventy-seven years old, Stimson refused to let his own generals erase a thousand years of human civilization.
Drawing on the counsel of Harvard art historian Langdon Warner and his own memories of staying in Kyoto decades earlier, Stimson looked straight at President Truman and drew an unbreakable line. He warned that vaporizing the spiritual cradle of Japanese civilization would plant a seed of bitterness so deep that America and Japan could never reconcile after the war.
With Truman's backing, Stimson overruled General Groves face to face and struck Kyoto permanently from both the atomic and conventional bombing lists.
Every time a family walks beneath the wooden pagodas and autumn maples of Kyoto today, they are walking through a city that exists because one elderly American statesman had the courage to tell his own generals no.
Weapons can force an enemy to kneel for a season, but sparing the sacred heart of his civilization is what turns a former foe into an eternal ally.
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The Democrat Party is racist against Asians and Whites
why is this news? this is what people normally tend to do. i don't hold anyone else to a higher standard than that. do you have nothing better to talk about?
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any job training video in america would have explicitly told employees to NEVER try to risk yourself in the way these men did. at the very least, you're an asset to the company, and lawsuits and insurance payouts and the like are expensive.
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Everyone in Japan remembers the American aircraft carriers and helicopters that flew across the sky during Operation Tomodachi in March 2011.
Almost nobody knows about the Americans who crawled across the pitch-black bottom of the freezing ocean so northern Japan would not freeze to death.
After the tsunami of March 11, snow was falling across northern Japan. Tens of thousands of survivors in shelters had no electricity and were running out of kerosene for their heaters. Japanese fuel tankers loaded with heating oil were waiting offshore, but they could not dock.
Why could the fuel ships not enter the harbors at Hachinohe and Miyako?
Because the tsunami had swept thousands of cars, semi-trucks, tangled fishing nets, and crushed houses onto the harbor floor. If a fuel tanker tried to enter, submerged steel wreckage would rip open its hull. And surface cranes could not simply scoop the debris out blindly because heavy fishing nets and steel beams were tangled together on the bottom in thirty-six-degree water thick with black fuel oil and silt.
You could not see one inch in front of your face underwater.
That was when the U.S. Navy sent in Underwater Construction Team Two and Mobile Diving and Salvage Unit One.
Wearing sixty-pound diving helmets and heavy rubber drysuits to keep out the toxic oil and chemical runoff, young American Navy divers stepped off snow-covered piers into the freezing black water.
Down on the harbor floor in total darkness, where a single jagged piece of car metal or a shifting truck could trap a diver or slice his air hose, the Americans worked entirely by the touch of their gloved hands.
Inch by inch, feeling their way across crushed family cars and twisted steel cables in thirty-six-degree water, they cut the wreckage apart with hydraulic saws and hooked crane cables to hundreds of tons of debris until the shipping channels were clear.
When the first Japanese fuel tanker finally glided safely into port bringing heat and light back to the freezing towns, the American divers just washed the black oil off their suits and moved to the next harbor.
True allies do not just stand beside you in the sunlight. They dive into the freezing dark where nobody is watching.
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i've read, a long time ago, that "cm punk" was the one secretly talking about internal going-ons in that locker room. but, he is no longer there to share stories. ...or is he? youtube.com/watch?v=_zrMykBn…
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Linux was already public, so the leak is mostly that someone finally read it.
that dress.
At an airport in Texas, a young man in military uniform stood by the baggage carousel like a stone statue.
His spine could have ruled a straight line. His duffel bag weighed eighty pounds and he held it with two fingers.
In my land, a warrior returning from the frontier does not show fatigue until he is behind his lord's walls.
Beside me, a small woman in a flowered dress was wringing a paper napkin into dust.
When she saw him, she did not walk. She ran. She lost one shoe near Gate B4 and did not go back for it.
The soldier saw her coming.
He dropped the bag. The posture of the United States Marine Corps lasted exactly half a second after her hands touched his neck.
Six feet of trained iron folded in half so a five-foot mother could kiss his ear.
"You're too thin," she cried into his collar.
"Yes, ma'am," the killer whispered.
I picked up her lost shoe near the gate and stood at attention six paces behind them, holding a beige sandal in both hands like a ceremonial helmet.
The boy's father arrived, tried to shake his son's hand, failed, and grabbed both of them into his chest. He knocked his own glasses crooked.
When they finally breathed, I stepped forward and presented the sandal on my flat palms.
"The perimeter was clear," I told the father.
He looked at the shoe, looked at my face, and clapped my shoulder so hard my knees bent.
An empire is only as strong as the women its soldiers run home to.
I carried his eighty-pound bag to the truck. My back went out at the curb. A mule does not mention the load during a triumph.
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The cat has been shipping since 2003 and has never once been paged for a dangling reference.
does that pope speak against the deaths of those who perished due to criminal activity that's somehow easily forgiven? i don't listen to pretentious people like the pope for annoying discourse like that.
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so i take it, that this ...um... remake...? ...will not disappoint. it looks promising.
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HOLY FUCK
THEY REMADE THE TANKOBON COVERS FOR THE REMAKE TOO LMAOOOOOOOOOO
THATS FUCKING AWESOME
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nobody owes anybody anything in public. or do you want to owe me something for breathing my air? i do tack interest onto it.
you're not paying their paycheck; the company is. consider becoming a millionaire and having people fill out a w-4, first.
most people who work in those kinds of stores generally work in one primary department, and would, at best, know about that one department. asking someone like a random cashier or roaming floor associate at the front about things like plumbing won't do any good. and even then...
In America, you do not ask a Home Depot employee for plumbing advice.
Home Depot employees are mythological creatures. They exist only in your peripheral vision. If you make direct eye contact with an orange apron, they dissolve into lumber or mount a forklift and escape into another dimension.
You look for a man in aisle eight whose Carhartt pants have drywalled at least two recessions.
My kitchen sink was leaking a slow, rhythmic tragedy. I brought a corroded copper pipe and a mysterious brass collar to the store, hoping for mercy.
I stood in aisle eight for twelve minutes, staring at eight thousand brass fittings, completely paralyzed.
A man stopped his cart beside me. He wore muddy boots and a faded baseball cap for a gravel company that went bankrupt in 2004. In his cart was a single pack of drywall anchors.
He looked at the corroded pipe in my hand.
He did not say hello.
He said, "What year was the house built?"
"Nineteen seventy-four," I answered.
He let out a heavy, gravelly sigh. It was the sigh of a judge delivering a life sentence to his own brother.
"Polybutylene," he muttered with pure disgust. "God damn it."
I did not know what polybutylene was. I did not ask.
The man abandoned his cart in the middle of the aisle. He grabbed my forearm and pulled me three bays to the left.
"Don't touch that brass," he commanded. "You don't solder. Look at your hands. You sit at a computer."
He reached into the metal bins with terrifying speed.
"Take this PEX crimp. Take this transition coupling. SharkBite. Don't look at the price, just take it. You want to sleep tonight, right?"
He piled twelve items into my chest.
"You got thread tape?"
"I have Scotch tape," I said quietly.
He stared at me with pure horror.
He marched me to aisle four and slammed a roll of blue Teflon tape into my palm.
"Blue. Never yellow. Yellow is gas. If you put yellow on water, your ancestors will weep. If you put blue on gas, you go to heaven early."
"Do you work here?" I asked.
The man looked deeply offended.
"I'm an independent roofing contractor. I came here for six screws."
He walked back to his cart, grabbed his screws, and walked toward self-checkout without looking back.
I went home. I installed the SharkBites. The leak died instantly.
Last Thursday, I was back in aisle eight looking for a shut-off valve.
A college kid stood before the copper elbows, holding a ruined plastic pipe, eyes wet with panic.
I stopped my cart.
I looked at his ruined pipe.
Before I could stop myself, the words left my mouth:
"What year was the house built?"
I am the man in aisle eight now.
There are no employees. There is only the chain.
