VOSHN 35

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="031"><tr><td class="etesti">031</td><td class="edate">In the morning on August 6<sup>th</sup>, 1945</td><td class="eage">50 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>Leaves were burning on the pine trees.</td></tr></table><div class="largep"><p>I escaped to Osentei (Sir Asano's garden), where I found the leaves on top of the tall pine trees were burning.  Why, there were no pieces of incendiary bomb shells scattered around but the leaves were burning up there!  I had gone through several air strikes but had never had such a strange experience.  In reality it's no wonder, but there was no way of knowing at that time that an atomic bomb was dropped over Hiroshima.</p><br><p>Occasionally driven by the wind, the fire traveled swiftly over the ground and burned everyone and everything that was in its way.  Poor refugees got burned severely.  Their faces were burnt raw and covered red with blood.  It was hard to tell one person from the other.  They jumped into the pond, maybe hoping to relieve their agony in the water.</p><p>More and more of the refugees rushed into the park.  Their faces were so horrible that I couldn't look at them more than once, but I could hear their groaning with great pain.</p></div></body>