On August 6, 1945, the first atomic bomb was dropped on Hiroshima. Three days later, the second atomic bomb was dropped on Nagasaki. A few days later, Japan surrendered and WWII was over.
She paused, pen in hand, enjoying the fragrance of summer blossoms. Memories forced themselves on her. The wedding; the births and the christenings – summers at the beach house and Christmas caroling in the city. It had been a good life, and it would be again – when he returned. She breathed a heavy sigh. Would this war ever end? She gazed down at the letter, silently praying that he would come back alive. Finally she signed and dated it – August 5, 1945. She folded it and placed a kiss on it before sliding it into the envelope.