August 6, 1945.
The bonsai tree was waiting outside the window for that great nation of Japan to win this silly war against the 'Allies'.
"Hmph. Surely the land of the Rising Sun will shine above all. Japan's colleagues may have fallen, but Japan needs not of them."
He rose a maniacal laugh, or was about to. A leaflet dropped, cascading down the window sill, to the tree's sight. They were like rain. They kept falling for a full minute then stopped. The tree, thinking it was a note of good fortune from the gods, read it with glee.
"Dear Japanese. This is America, and we have realised the strength, voracity, and loyalty of your troops. We know and understand you wish not to speak with us, so we must end this with our last resort. A bomb beyond any proportions of man has likely even seen. Please evacuate all those who have no will to fight. We apologize greatly, but we must end this war."
The tree laughed. He knew(or rather thought) this would be some fluke to distract us.
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He ignored it. He stood tall outside the window sill, waiting for the failure of a 'bomb' the capitalist pigs were going to drop.
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Nothing.
He relished in their fake out attack. He knew well enough they we-
His thoughts were interrupted by a great flash of light.
The screams of his people soon filled his small cabin. Their pleas lasted only a second before silence swept through....again. Screams of agony...silence...agony...silence.
The tree couldn't believe what he saw. He walked(he jumps forward, as he has no legs) through the edge of carnage that destroyed the morale of his people. His honor, destroyed. His pride? Gone like the screams of his people. What of this white rain did he see? He saw true power, and arrogance. Hatred. The tree slumped. What will the great nation of Japan do? His vision of the loyal Japanese turned to a bunch of cornered rats under a flag. He soon became an empty shell of his pride.
The bonsai tree was waiting outside the window for that great nation of Japan to win this silly war against the 'Allies'.
"Hmph. Surely the land of the Rising Sun will shine above all. Japan's colleagues may have fallen, but Japan needs not of them."
He rose a maniacal laugh, or was about to. A leaflet dropped, cascading down the window sill, to the tree's sight. They were like rain. They kept falling for a full minute then stopped. The tree, thinking it was a note of good fortune from the gods, read it with glee.
"Dear Japanese. This is America, and we have realised the strength, voracity, and loyalty of your troops. We know and understand you wish not to speak with us, so we must end this with our last resort. A bomb beyond any proportions of man has likely even seen. Please evacuate all those who have no will to fight. We apologize greatly, but we must end this war."
The tree laughed. He knew(or rather thought) this would be some fluke to distract us.
.
..
...
....
Nothing.
He relished in their fake out attack. He knew well enough they we-
His thoughts were interrupted by a great flash of light.
The screams of his people soon filled his small cabin. Their pleas lasted only a second before silence swept through....again. Screams of agony...silence...agony...silence.
The tree couldn't believe what he saw. He walked(he jumps forward, as he has no legs) through the edge of carnage that destroyed the morale of his people. His honor, destroyed. His pride? Gone like the screams of his people. What of this white rain did he see? He saw true power, and arrogance. Hatred. The tree slumped. What will the great nation of Japan do? His vision of the loyal Japanese turned to a bunch of cornered rats under a flag. He soon became an empty shell of his pride.