It was early March of 1998.



I had taken my son to the Olympics in Nagano. Staying with the Fukasawa’s, a warm and friendly elderly couple was a tremendous experience.



A few days after we got there they created a traditional meal to help celebrate his birthday, as he was turning 21.



After watching Canada fail to get a medal of any kind in hockey, but buoyed by Sandra Smirlers curling gold we were off to see other parts of the country.



Hiroshima today is a modern city with few initial vestages of the Atomic bomb visible.



Until you start to explore and discover the preserved, bombed out buildings, and the monuments and the visit to the powerfully presented museum.



I was affected emotionally but I saw a change in my son that day. And I could see it in him for some time afterward.



I knew that this visit had made an indelible impression on him. And he understood the horrors of war that I believe live inside him, even though so many years have passed.



A young man grew up that day. I believe we would see nations change if every young person was taken to see similar memorials.



Sometimes bad things revisited can be good for the longterm soul.