VOSHN 27

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="023"><tr><td class="etesti">023</td><td class="edate">From 9 to 10 o'clock on August 6<sup>th</sup>, 1945</td><td class="eage">26 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>I didn't recognize any of my students for they looked completely different because of burn blisters.</td></tr></table><div class="largep"><p>There were people who were hideously disfigured with blisters caused by burns.  There were dead men whose balls were like balloons blown up to burst.  I vividly remember wondering why and how they grew that big.</p><br><p>My students came back to school one after another.  They all had severe injuries.  Each student addressed me with "Hello, Miss."  I asked, "Who are you?"  I was unable to tell who they were because they looked completely different.</p><p>They were mobilized to work outdoors, so they were exposed to the heat rays directly.  They were covered with grey blisters and looked like bloated pigs.</p><p>Every student said, "I'm cold," though it was high summer.  They said, "I'm so cold.  Give me something to wear" and then "Give me water."</p><p>Most of my students died in such great agony.</p></div></body>