I have got to go to bed sometime soon

This was a long day. Long because the matters I was working on didn't get completed, leaving me to sit and wait for others to finish the small matters which would have allowed me to complete my tasks.

Kate was working more than normal today. She brought me lunch. She processed a variety of letters and got them to the post office. She also found that a job she wants to apply for is still available. Now Cindy is helping her with her resume. I hope she gets this job. She needs some success in that regard.

Tonight I watched a show on PBS about the flight of the Enola Gay and the dropping of the first atomic bomb. Then, despite my desire to go to bed and sleep, I got up and watched the next show on PBS about a dogfight above Guadalcanal in 1942 in which both participants survived despite losing their planes. Both pilots were amazing and survived. The American survived the crash of his plane and then escaped the jungle and the Japanese soldiers to be rescued by two native boys. The Japanese shot down the American plane, tried to take on a group of dive bombers and was shot through the head and brain, but managed to bring his plane home and give a report before he collapsed on the runway of his homebase. He lost his right eye and still went on to be the most effective pilot in the Japanese war effort.

Both stories were amazing. It does remind me that Cindy and I were married on the day that Hiroshima was bombed and so many people died to ensure that others would live. All in all, I think it was the right decision. Give 'em hell, Harry!