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<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="002"><tr><td class="etesti">002</td><td class="edate">On the night of August 5<sup>th</sup>, 1945</td><td class="eage">19 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>There was a great number of shooting stars.</td></tr></table><table summary="haikei"><tr><td class="bg" background="../../photo/img104.jpg"><div class="large"><div style="position:absolute;Right:10px;top:10px;"><marquee direction="down" height="300"><marquee direction="left" scrollamount=8><font color="#FFFAFA" size="2">*</font></marquee><marquee direction="left" scrollamount=13><font color="#FFFAFA" size="1">*</font></marquee><marquee direction="left" scrollamount=6><font color="#FFFAFA" size="2">*</font></marquee><marquee direction="left" scrollamount=6><font color="#FFFAFA" size="1">*</font></marquee><marquee direction="left" scrollamount=12><font color="#FFFAFA" size="3">*</font></marquee></marquee></div><p>There were many shooting stars, one after another, that night.  Walking along the long road which, passing by the transport corps barracks, led directly to my boarding house, I looked up in the sky.</p><p>I said to him, "Look how many shooting stars there are tonight!"</p><br><p><span class="red">Hiroshima and Nagasaki will never be forgotten.</span></p></div></td></tr></table></body>