VOSHN 7

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="004"><tr><td class="etesti">004</td><td class="edate">From 2 to 3 a.m. on August 6<sup>th</sup>, 1945</td><td class="eage">18 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>It was a night with lots of stars twinkling in the sky and a crisp coolness in the air.</td></tr></table><table summary="haikei"><tr><td class="bg" background="../../photo/img107.jpg"><div class="large"><p>We were on duty as night watch people standing in turn for one-hour lookout shifts.  My turn was, as I remember, from two o'clock till three o'clock.  It was in the wee hours of the morning that I stood at the lookout post.  There was a munitions depot and we were deployed to stand vigil at the gate in front of its guardhouse.</p><p>Stars were twinkling.  It was so beautiful.  But strangely, I felt a crisp coolness in the air, which was very odd for the height of summer.</p></div></td></tr></table></body>