I first came to Hiroshima for a visa run when I was teaching English in the Republic of Korea.
Of all the things I remember about Japan, the visit to Peace Memorial Museum was perhaps the most vivid. Many of the victims of the August 6 visit were junior high students on work details. Their stained uniforms and charred lunches on permanent display.
The fact that so many of the victims were same age as the kids I was start teaching meant something to me.
Now I’m 10 years older.
The children I taught in Korea went to high school, military service, university and will be starting their first jobs.
But those lunches are still there in Hiroshima and the owners will forever be in junior high school.