Few will note this, but I should. Yesterday was the 70th anniversary of Operation Meetinghouse. More than 300 B-29 Superfortresses took off from the Pacific island of Tinian and dropped incendiaries on Tokyo on a day with high winds. We Americans were testing a fine new invention called napalm and it worked quite effectively on the wooden dwellings of that great city, burning to death perhaps 105,000 civilians, many of the women, children, and old people. That’s more than died at Hamburg or Dresden, or at Hiroshima or Nagasaki Yet few remember this remarkable event, save for the occasional grumpy leftist journal. (And to be fair, the BBC World Service put a short bit in this morning’s World Update program about the bombings.)

So few talk of this. But hey, it doesn’t matter, right? After all, we were the good guys, right?