Just after 8.12 local time the bomb run began. The crew, on command, put on dark glasses. They now knew their awful cargo.
The sound of the doors opening was very loud over the engine drone.
“God help us!” someone muttered.
The plane’s nose reared up at the sudden loss of weight.
The plane turned right and made eleven and a half miles before the fireball engulfed Hiroshima and the first shockwave hit Enola Gay.