Vonnegut gets more personal again and writes that RFK was shot two nights ago. Martin Luther King died a month ago. His father left him gun when he died. "They rust." Tralfamadorians are much more interested in Charles Darwin than Jesus Christ. If Billy Pilgrim and the Tralfamadorians are right about time, Vonnegut is not overjoyed, but grateful that his moments are good ones, like his trip to Dresden with O'Hare. On the plane, O'Hare came across the fact that the world has a net gain of 191,000 people a day. "I suppose they will all want dignity," Vonnegut says. Meanwhile, Billy was traveling back to Dresden two days after the city was destroyed. Vonnegut and O'Hare were there. As prisoners of war, they began digging for bodies. People got too sick from the corpses, so they were cremated on the spot with flamethrowers. Edgar Derby was caught for taking a teapot and shot. When spring arrived, the Americans were locked up in a stable in the suburbs. One day they were released. WWII was over. Billy and the rest wandered out into the empty street. One bird said the Billy, "Poo-tee-weet."