VOSHN 45

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="040"><tr><td class="etesti">040</td><td class="edate">In the morning 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>A baby was covered with blood all over its body.</td></tr></table><div class="largep"><p>A woman came up with her recently born baby in her arms.  The baby was seriously injured and covered with blood all over its body."  The Americans!  What a cruel thing they have done!"  When I saw the baby, anger boiled up in me for the first time.</p><p>Then I went into our corps' maneuvering ground, where I saw innumerable people with severe burns.  There was almost no medicine available.  In fact, the injured had their burned wounds anointed with only something like black oil.  In the meantime, more and more of the injured came in a stream escaping from the Hiroshima Station side.  Everyone was walking along holding their arms straight in front of them (so that their dangling skin would not touch the ground).  Everyone was wearing burnt and ragged clothes and trembling all over.  It was a procession of people looking like zombies.</p></div></body>