You can read about what I have written over in one of my other blogs: Pioneers Of Aviation - maybe you'll learn something... I mean, that's the whole point for me... I like to learn something new everyday or else I feel like I've wasted the day.
Now... I know no one wants to kiss Japan's ass when mention of WWII is mentioned, as the Japanese military was quite adept at being vicious in their treatment of prisoners of war.
Regardless... in any war, there are also many civilian casualties on both sides.
The photo above was taken by Joe O'Donnell in 1945's Nagasaki after World War II.
Beginning in September of 1945, and staying in Japan for seven months, O'Donnell was tasked by the U.S. military to document Japan and the effects it suffered after the war - especially the atomic bombs dropped on Nagasaki and Hiroshima.
Like any country where a war is fought, the landscape is full of void and destruction, not to mention the people... starving... homeless... wounded... orphaned.
That's what the photo above shows.
This kid - more than likely an orphan - is seen here standing barefoot and dirty, erect with military attention, biting his lip to stifle the sorrow as he carries his dead baby sibling to a mass cremation pyre in Nagasaki.
Here's what O'Donnell had to say about this haunting image:
“I saw a boy about ten years old walking by. He was carrying a baby on his back. In those days in Japan, we often saw children playing with their little brothers or sisters on their backs, but this boy was clearly different. I could see that he had come to this place for a serious reason. He was wearing no shoes. His face was hard. The little head was tipped back as if the baby were fast asleep. The boy stood there for five or ten minutes.
“The men in white masks walked over to him and quietly began to take off the rope that was holding the baby. That is when I saw that the baby was already dead. The men held the body by the hands and feet and placed it on the fire. The boy stood there straight without moving, watching the flames. He was biting his lower lip so hard that it shone with blood. The flame burned low like the sun going down. The boy turned around and walked silently away.”
It's Remembrance Day, November 11.