First Ashore at Nagasaki: September 24, 1945
By Francis A. Boyle
According to his Honorable Discharge papers (A108534, Series A, NAVMC70-PD), Marine Corps Records, and war stories, my
father invaded Saipan, Tinian and Okinawa. According to my father, after the battle for Okinawa, all but two Marines
from his original Company were either killed or seriously wounded. The Marine Corps then ordered my father and his buddy
to begin training for the invasion of mainland Japan with a new unit where they were scheduled to be among the first
Marines ashore because of their combat experience.
My father told me that at the time he believed it was a miracle that he was still alive He knew that he would never
survive the planned invasion of the Japanese mainland, but had proceeded to train for this invasion anyway because he
had enlisted for the "Duration" of the war. Semper Fidelis. My father was a very aggressive, relentless, fearless, and
ferocious warrior. After the War, my father eventually established his own law firm as a plaintiffs’ litigator in
downtown Chicago and promptly put me to work as his Clerk at the tender age of 9.
Instead of being among the first U.S. troops ashore to invade Mainland Japan, my Father was among the first U.S. troops
ashore to occupy Mainland Japan. According to his Marine Corps records, my Father “arrived [by ship] and disembarked at
Nagasaki, Kyushu, Japan” on September 24, 1945 -- just after that City and its civilian inhabitants had been obliterated
by an atomic bomb on August 9, 1945. It must have been a truly horrific sight for a young man from the Irish Southside
of Chicago to have witnessed and dealt with psychologically.
By the end of the war I suspect my Father had become inured to inflicting death and destruction upon the Japanese Army
and all of its accoutrements. But this scene was existentially different: a devastated City where approximately 80,000
civilians had just been exterminated. At the time my Father must have contemplated what damage one atom bomb could
inflict upon his native City of Chicago and its beloved inhabitants.
Be that as it may, my Father never told anyone in our Family that he had been at Nagasaki. Perhaps he did not want to
recount the human horrors he had seen there to his Wife and eight Children. In fact, my Father told my Mother almost
nothing about the war – unlike me, his oldest child and namesake. But he never uttered even one word about Nagasaki to
me. He might have concluded that Nagasaki was nothing for America to be proud of -- unlike the evident pride he
displayed when recounting his numerous war stories to me. There was no war story about Nagasaki. Just a deafening
In any event, I grew up to believe that the atomic bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki had saved my Father’s life and
thus had made my life possible. Curiously, my Father never told me that Hiroshima and Nagasaki had saved his life.
Another Deafening Silence. I just bought into this commonly accepted myth while growing up in post-World War II America.
But when I later studied international relations in college with the late, great Hans Morgenthau starting in January of
1970, I gradually came to realize that the standard narrative of Hiroshima and Nagasaki ending the war against Japan in
order to avoid an invasion was elaborately constructed, self-justifying government propaganda from the get-go. The
Japanese government was desperately trying to surrender. The Truman administration knew full well that Japan would have
surrendered (1) without the need to demolish Hiroshima and Nagasaki together with their inhabitants and (2) without the
invasion of Mainland Japan by my Father and his comrades-in-arms. The Truman administration dropped these two atom bombs
on Hiroshima and Nagasaki and their inhabitants in order to make it crystal clear to the Soviet Union and everyone else
around the globe that the United States of America would be in charge of running the World in the post-World War II era.
So it has been until today. 67 years of Pax Americana. I doubt very seriously that is what my Father was fighting for at
Saipan, Tinian, and Okinawa. R.I.P.
Francis A. Boyle