VOSHN 43

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="038"><tr><td class="etesti">038</td><td class="edate">Around noon on August 6<sup>th</sup>, 1945</td><td class="eage">38 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>I will write real stories, though they may not be printed in the newspaper.</td></tr></table><div class="largep"><p>I managed to reach the refuge, where my boss and other staff were already gathered.  My boss said to me, "I've already filed an initial report on what has happened in Hiroshima to our Okayama office.  Please write a detailed account of the event."</p><br><p>So I wrote that a single bomb just annihilated Hiroshima, and that I tried to get into the inner city but it was in vain.  I wrote that swarms of injured people streamed out of the city and made for the suburbs, and that there would be no doubt that the whole city of Hiroshima had been ruined.  I described all that I had seen with my own two eyes.</p><br><p>I probably set to write an account on this event with a different mental attitude than the one I had used for writing about usual events.  I could hardly hope that this article of mine would be printed in the newspaper, for press censorship was strictly imposed during those days.  Nevertheless, I felt it was not only my duty but also my wish to inform my head office about the actual happenings in Hiroshima.</p><p>Therefore, I wrote in detail about the terrible but real stories, like the continuing endless procession of the injured who looked like zombies.</p></div></body>