''If I live a hundred years, I'll never quite get these few minutes out of my mind. He was keeping a log of the flight, scribbling on the backs of old War Department forms. It was about that time that Tibbets turned the airplane around, so that everybody could get a look at it.' Flames in different spots would be springing up. 'And fires, I could see fires spring up through this undercast, or whatever you would call it, that was covering the city. It looked like bubbling molasses, let's say, spreading out and running up into the foothills, just covering the whole city.' I could see the city, and it was being covered with this low, bubbling mass. 'As we got further away, I could see the city then, not just the mushroom, coming up.
