In late november, 19 forty four, the japanese will find themselves bombed by more than a hundred of these big planes at a time. These are not known to be particularly effective attacks, going after airplane facilities and things like that. Sometimes they get lucky, but most of the time the bombing is inaccurate. One comacasi, quoted in a umiko onuki tirne's book, said that he found our love of country to be of frightening intensity. I think that's a great way to put frightening intensity.
When do spirit, tenacity, resilience and bravery cross into madness? When cities are incinerated? When suicide attacks become the norm? When atomic weapons are used? Japan's leaders test the limits of national endurance in the war's last year.