this b-29 was a most beautiful airplane. i used to give it the name, 'angel.' they never dropped a bomb, they never hurt us. to me, it was angel. the only difference was twenty five years ago, august 6th. it was a beautiful airplane, and a beautiful day with blue sky; i did see angel. then angel disappeared. he left a small spot in blue sky, that's the only difference. i talked to my neighborhood girl, 'i wonder, what is that?' and the girl said, 'where?' 'there, there.' then, a very powerful flash. i was unconscious for a while. one moment there was a beautiful sky, and i did see 