VOSHN 53

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="048"><tr><td class="etesti">048</td><td class="edate">Around noon 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>He cried out.  "Cut off my foot by saber!"</td></tr></table><div class="largep"><p>One of fellow soldiers was buried under lumbers of collapsed barrack.  Being caught by his foot, he was not able to escape.  He shouted, "I can't pull off my foot caught by lumbers anyway!  Cut off my foot by your saber!"  But ours had no blade like saw.  It was impossible to cut his foot by the blunt sword.</p><p>We tried to rescue him, but could not help him by no means.  In the meanwhile, the blaze became more vigorously.  My senior soldier said, "That's it.  Let's evacuate!"</p></div></body>