Jamie and Caralee Muse on the Enola Gay Hangar

I don’t know why we came here. It wasn’t my idea, and I don’t know why you agreed. You look so pathetic without your orthopedics on, your one shorter leg making it hard for you to balance or even walk straight. The baggy jacket doesn’t help, it just hides your hands and makes you look small. Today you look like a small, stupid little man who thinks he’s found something amazing. Today this ring feels like a vice, and this marriage feels like a bad-joke. Today I hate you.
-Caralee

This building is low and broken. It’s a coward trying to forget the terrible things it’s done, huddled close to the one it’s destroyed. I’m glad we’re here. I’m glad that you’re sick and you want to go home. I”m glad that you hate me right now. It’s fitting that we visit this place when we’re like this. We can’t allow ourselves to ever look back on this place with euphoria or nostalgia. This is a place to hate, a place to be remembered as a bad taste. I hope when we think of this trip a few years from now we’ll remember all the pain and the hate, and I hope we remember how insignificant our pain is in comparison to the pain this building represents.
-Jamie

I can tell you’re thinking some profound thought by the way you’re staring incredulously out at the devastated Earth that surrounds us. You’ve barely said a word since we got here, not that there’s anything to say. The shattered windows and the utter lack of life speaks for itself. This place is just a shell where hate lived before it found a bigger home. This is where hate slept before it burned shadows from bodies and flesh from bones.
-Caralee

We could try to jimmy the lock on the door open, but what would be the point. There’s nothing inside except concrete, some broken bottles, forgotten lighters and ashes. I’d like to pretend as the bottles were broken their owners were filled with outrage at the injustice that the building they were in symbolized. But in all honesty, they probably don’t know where they are. Knowledge is a weapon, but so is ignorance. The only difference is that ignorance is easier to manufacture, easier to wield. Hiroshima and Nagasaki weren’t destroyed by knowledge, hopefully this building will be though.
-Jamie
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