I sit on a bench on a hill, looking flying dragonflies in the sky at sun set. And it reminded me of the shape of zero-fighters, because I saw that on TV yesterday night. Do I really understand that war? I can feel my self dreary.
In 1944, our grandfathers flew to the Pacific holding in 500 pond domb. And they passed away. How was this madder red sun set reflected in their eyes?
We don't have a chance to know those things. We just put on a tiny show. We are not satisfied with the real world.
18 year-old boy gripped a steering in cock-pit. They said good-bye forever. At the departure risking their lives, memories of Father, Mother, and Friends might be dearer than ours at present.
I sit on a bench on a hill. Do I understand a brave spilit of the same ancestor?
If I am in their situation, do I have the same courage as his? What do I have to think as a Japanese? Look back history.
