VOSHN 36

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="032"><tr><td class="etesti">032</td><td class="edate">In the morning on August 6<sup>th</sup>, 1945</td><td class="eage">33 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>A baby kept sucking his mother's breast while she was already dead.</td></tr></table><table summary="haikei"><tr><td class="bg" background="../../photo/img136.jpg"><div class="large"><p>The park was filled with swarms of refugees who had serious burns all over and looked like nothing on earth.  Next to a big cherry tree, I found a young mother feeding her baby.  Why, the mother was already dead!  The baby kept on sucking his mother's breast innocently, not knowing she was dead.</p><br><p>After a while, I noticed a man standing right in front of us, my wife and me.  "You're Kiyoshi, aren't you?" he addressed me and I knew he was my father.  He was wearing nothing and had burns from head to toe.  His face was swollen, his eyes almost closed, his lips as thick as a pig's, and even his balls were swollen.  "What terrible burns you've had!"  He was not aware of his own serious condition, and only showed concern about us.  He added, "I'm relieved to see you both anyway."</p></div></td></tr></table></body>