VOSHN 21

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="017"><tr><td class="etesti">017</td><td class="edate">At the moment of the explosion on August 6<sup>th</sup>, 1945</td><td class="eage">35 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>My children had severe burns all over and their skins were hanging off of them.</td></tr></table><div class="largep"><p>It seemed that I was blown a few meters away by the blast far up into the field, where I lay unconscious for some time.</p><p>I came to when I heard some noises like the chirping of cicadas.  I opened my eyes and found my blouse was burned up and that my bloody skins were hanging off of my hands, chest and face like rags.  As I was troubled about my shabby appearance before going to look for my children, I thought I would get inside and put on something descent.  As soon as I entered, however, my house tumbled down and I found myself under its rubble.</p><br><p>A little later, I heard a cry "Mommy!" and saw my eldest child coming toward me, carrying the sibling piggyback.  Both of them were stark naked with their burnt bloody skins hanging like rags from everywhere, including their backs and faces.</p></div></body>