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Homecoming

Is a futuristic sic-fiction novel that offers a new perspective into the origins of Aliens. Rather than siding with the notion that they are a different species from a foreign land, it focuses on the idea that we are, in a sense, strangers to ourselves, in that they’re next evolutionary link of humankind; one that comes from the future, and that is the byproduct of having survived a nuclear war. In telling the tale of how they came to be, Homecoming centers around the major developments in physics, such as the Atom Bomb, and how aliens have been watching us for centuries, to ensure that their past is repeated so that their species is created.

Bbomber named Enola Gay (Boeing B-29 Superfortress Bomber)

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In the early morning hours of August 6, 1945, a B-29 bomber named Enola Gay took off from the island of Tinian and headed north by northwest toward Japan.

Little Boy,” its 9,700-pound uranium gun-type bomb, over the city.

Dropped the bomb at 8:15 A.M.

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Passengers of the Enola Gay

Captain Theodore Van Kirk, Navigator

Major Thomas Ferebee, Bombardier

Lieutenant Jacob Beser, Electronic Countermeasures

Sergeant Joseph Stiborik, Radar Operator

2nd Lieutenant Morris Jeppson, Ordnance Expert

Private Richard Nelson, Radar Operator

Staff Sergeant Robert Caron, Tail Gunner

Staff Sergeant Wyatt Duzenbury, Flight Engineer

Sergeant Robert H. Shumard, Assistant Flight Engineer

Captain Deke Parsons, Weaponeer

Captain Robert Lewis, Co-Pilot

Colonel Paul Tibbets, Commander and Pilot

Crewman Position

Colonel Paul Tibbets Commander

Captain Robert Lewis Co-Pilot

Captain Theodore Van Kirk Navigator

Major Thomas Ferebee Bombardier

Lieutenant Jacob Beser Electronic Countermeasures

Sergeant Joseph Stiborik Radar Operator

Private Richard Nelson Radar Operator

Staff Sergeant Wyatt Duzenbury Flight Engineer

Staff Sergeant Robert Caron Tail Gunner

Captain Deke Parson Weaponeer

2nd Lieutenant Morris Jeppson Ordnance Expert

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Homecoming

“I realize the tragic significance of the atomic bomb…It is an awful responsibility that has come to us….We thank God it has come to us, instead of to our enemies; and we prey that he may guide us to use it in His ways, and for His purposes.”

President Harry Truman

“Forget self! All out for your country!”

Homecoming

“I realize the tragic significance of the atomic bomb…It is an awful responsibility that has come to us….We thank God it has come to us, instead of to our enemies; and we prey that he may guide us to use it in His ways, and for His purposes.”

President Harry Truman

“Forget self! All out for your country!”

August 6th, 1945 – In an explosion of red, orange, and pink, the sun peaked it’s majestic head above the surface of the ocean, emulating such beauty, that it was no wonder that the residents of the island country called it the land of the rising sun. On the mountain range some four miles from the coastline it would have been a divine sight to observe the way the land cascaded down into the sea, only to ascend back up into the heavens. For those early hours, there was a serene silence that matched the stillness of the royal blue water which surrounded the island, like a smooth glass table top. However, as dawn broke, so too did the quietude break, as it brought with it the sound of a loud droning sound that grew more audible as time passed by.

The source came from up above, approximately a mile high in the sky in the direction of the shore. Cloaked by the mourning rays, the angel of death made it’s way toward the island in the form of an oversized aluminum grey aircraft, complete with four-black propellers, and bearing various emblems around its body. More specifically, the underside of the Boeing’s cockpit displayed the number 82, and in bold lettering exclaimed the airplanes name to the world, the Enola Gay. On the opposite end of the propeller-driven bomber, the rudder exhibited an encircled capitalized letter R. Lying dormant in her belly was that of mankind’s most recent creation; the very essence of destruction whose name was Little Boy.

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