One night a few of us wandered into the Hiroshima Peace Park. The park is a memorial to those who lost their lives as a result of the atomic bomb in 1945. Throughout the park there are several memorials to those who died, including a specific memorial for the children who died. At the end of the park is the A-dome, the only building that remained standing after the blast and following fires. Throughout my american history education, this is a section that was usually brushed by quickly, and I have a hard time understanding the full spectrum of suffering that occurred as a result of the United States. Although there is a great deal of sorrow in the park, there is also new life. Throughout the park there are joggers, people enjoying the river, even a small cafe just outside, demonstrating the city’s ability to overcome this awful tragedy.