August 6, 1945.
I sit alone in my table, making myself tea as it is a beautiful morning , I see the birds fly in the bright blue sky, but I notice something different. I see a star falling from the sky, I ask my self “the devils star?”, it’s falling fast but I still sip my tea as I’m looking out the window. I tell my self what a great life I lived as I take my last sip of my tea, I notice something else in the sky, it’s an American plane. But before I could see anything else my vision goes black, another soul lost from the anger of the Americans, I ask my self was that the devils star?,or was it the Americans.