VOSHN 28

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="024"><tr><td class="etesti">024</td><td class="edate">Around 9 o'clock on August 6<sup>th</sup>, 1945</td><td class="eage">13 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>Don't peel off your skin!  I said.</td></tr></table><table summary="haikei"><tr><td class="bg" background="../../photo/img128.jpg"><div class="large"><p>The students who had been mobilized for outdoor work came back to school.  At first I took them for U.S. soldiers who, I thought, had parachuted after the bombing.  They were darkened from head to toe.  Then I found they were students at my school and were all familiar to me.</p><p>They were wearing only shoes, nothing else.  They had some hair on top of their heads which, I thought, had been covered with their caps.  Except for the part with some hair, they had burns all over.  "I got burned.  I feel hot, terribly hot!" they cried and peeled off their skin like they peeled off peaches.  I shouted to them, "Don't peel off your skin!"</p></div></td></tr></table></body>