Just as sung by u utah phillips in a song about hisoshima and nagasaki bombings

Look out, look out from your school room window! Look up, young children, from your play! Your bright, young eyes will turn to ashes In the blindinglight of Enola Gay.

I turn to see the fireball rising. “My God! My God!” all I can say. I hear a voice within me crying, “My mother’s name was Enola Gay.”

Another venjeful nation state personified as a woman. I guess it would be rude even back then to talk shit about his mommy/deathmachine.