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target="_top">001</a></td><td class="emidasi">There was a great number of shooting stars.</td></tr><tr><td class="number"><a href="e_3_f.html" target="_top">MC02</a></td><td class="emidasi">She was born on August 6, 1925.  It was her last night in her teens.</td></tr><tr><td class="number"><a href="e_4_f.html" target="_top">002</a></td><td class="emidasi">There was a great number of shooting stars.</td></tr><tr><td class="number"><a href="e_5_f.html" target="_top">MC03</a></td><td class="emidasi">In Hiroshima before dawn on August 6, 1945</td></tr><tr><td class="number"><a href="e_6_f.html" target="_top">003</a></td><td class="emidasi">It was so quiet as if every creature were dead.</td></tr><tr><td class="number"><a href="e_7_f.html" target="_top">004</a></td><td class="emidasi">It was a night with lots of stars twinkling in the sky and a crisp coolness in the air.</td></tr><tr><td class="number"><a href="e_8_f.html" target="_top">005</a></td><td class="emidasi">Why does she keep following her father around today?  I wondered.</td></tr><tr><td class="number"><a href="e_9_f.html" target="_top">006</a></td><td class="emidasi">We haven't seen our mice this morning, have we?</td></tr><tr><td class="number"><a href="e_10_f.html" target="_top">007</a></td><td class="emidasi">She was born in the worst of times.</td></tr><tr><td class="number"><a href="e_11_f.html" target="_top">008</a></td><td class="emidasi">I will be a substitute for you today.</td></tr><tr><td class="number"><a href="e_12_f.html" target="_top">009</a></td><td class="emidasi">I left the place and escaped death.</td></tr><tr><td class="number"><a href="e_13_f.html" target="_top">010</a></td><td class="emidasi">I had just come to the middle of the underpass, when....</td></tr><tr><td class="number"><a href="e_14_f.html" target="_top">MC04</a></td><td class="emidasi">It was 15 minutes after 8.</td></tr><tr><td class="number"><a href="e_15_f.html" target="_top">011</a></td><td class="emidasi">May be there was an explosion at the munitions depot in Hiroshima.</td></tr><tr><td class="number"><a href="e_16_f.html" target="_top">012</a></td><td class="emidasi">It was as silent as a graveyard.</td></tr><tr><td class="number"><a href="e_17_f.html" target="_top">013</a></td><td class="emidasi">The atomic bomb cloud looked like a sun with a halo around it.</td></tr><tr><td class="number"><a href="e_18_f.html" target="_top">014</a></td><td class="emidasi">Rays shimmered like heat haze on the ground.</td></tr><tr><td class="number"><a href="e_19_f.html" target="_top">015</a></td><td class="emidasi">I can hardly describe what the cloud looked like.</td></tr><tr><td class="number"><a href="e_20_f.html" target="_top">016</a></td><td class="emidasi">I thought Hiroshima was moaning.</td></tr><tr><td class="number"><a href="e_21_f.html" target="_top">017</a></td><td class="emidasi">My children had severe burns all over and their skins were hanging off of them.</td></tr><tr><td class="number"><a href="e_22_f.html" target="_top">018</a></td><td class="emidasi">My friend's face was largely skinned and his torn skin was falling off.</td></tr><tr><td class="number"><a href="e_23_f.html" target="_top">019</a></td><td class="emidasi">I thought I was dead.</td></tr><tr><td class="number"><a href="e_24_f.html" target="_top">020</a></td><td class="emidasi">It was a ghost town.</td></tr><tr><td class="number"><a href="e_25_f.html" target="_top">021</a></td><td class="emidasi">The water of the river blown off from the ground just like a tornado.</td></tr><tr><td class="number"><a href="e_26_f.html" target="_top">022</a></td><td class="emidasi">People were half naked and rushing to escape one after another.</td></tr><tr><td class="number"><a href="e_27_f.html" target="_top">023</a></td><td class="emidasi">I didn't recognize any of my students for they looked completely different because of burn blisters.</td></tr><tr><td class="number"><a href="e_28_f.html" target="_top">024</a></td><td class="emidasi">Don't peel off your skin!  I said.</td></tr><tr><td class="number"><a href="e_29_f.html" target="_top">025</a></td><td class="emidasi">Oh, my!  It's you, Yotchan! a man in my neighborhood exclaimed.</td></tr><tr><td class="number"><a href="e_30_f.html" target="_top">026</a></td><td class="emidasi">Who could ever have such a cruel experience?</td></tr><tr><td class="number"><a href="e_31_f.html" target="_top">027</a></td><td class="emidasi">Crawling on all fours, standing up, tumbling over....</td></tr><tr><td class="number"><a href="e_32_f.html" target="_top">028</a></td><td class="emidasi">Even now I can't help trembling when I think of that experience.</td></tr><tr><td class="number"><a href="e_33_f.html" target="_top">029</a></td><td class="emidasi">A naked woman was escaping with a dead baby on her back.</td></tr><tr><td class="number"><a href="e_34_f.html" target="_top">030</a></td><td class="emidasi">I shouted, "We'll be stranded!"</td></tr><tr><td class="number"><a href="e_35_f.html" target="_top">031</a></td><td class="emidasi">Leaves were burning on the pine trees.</td></tr><tr><td class="number"><a href="e_36_f.html" target="_top">032</a></td><td class="emidasi">A baby kept sucking his mother's breast while she was already dead.</td></tr><tr><td class="number"><a href="e_37_f.html" target="_top">033</a></td><td class="emidasi">A waterspout formed above the river.</td></tr><tr><td class="number"><a href="e_38_f.html" target="_top">034</a></td><td class="emidasi">Only from the voice I could tell it was a girl.</td></tr><tr><td class="number"><a href="e_39_f.html" target="_top">035</a></td><td class="emidasi">Thousands of people with severe burn injuries were coming to escape.</td></tr><tr><td class="number"><a href="e_40_f.html" target="_top">036</a></td><td class="emidasi">It seemed as if the sun covered half of the sky over Hiroshima.</td></tr><tr><td class="number"><a href="e_41_f.html" target="_top">037</a></td><td class="emidasi"><i>Na-mu-a-mi-da-butsu</i>, they chanted in their Buddhist prayers.</td></tr><tr><td class="number"><a href="e_42_f.html" target="_top">MC05</a></td><td class="emidasi">At this hour, at a place of refuge of the Hiroshima branch office of Doumei Tsushin News Agency in the suburb of Hiroshima.</td></tr><tr><td class="number"><a href="e_43_f.html" target="_top">038</a></td><td class="emidasi">I will write real stories, though they may not be printed in the newspaper.</td></tr><tr><td class="number"><a href="e_44_f.html" target="_top">039</a></td><td class="emidasi">Still attached eyeballs were dangling about their cheeks.</td></tr><tr><td class="number"><a href="e_45_f.html" target="_top">040</a></td><td class="emidasi">A baby was covered with blood all over its body.</td></tr><tr><td class="number"><a href="e_46_f.html" target="_top">041</a></td><td class="emidasi">Both the mother and her newborn baby died on their cart.</td></tr><tr><td class="number"><a href="e_47_f.html" target="_top">042</a></td><td class="emidasi">A baby was screaming at its mother's breast, not knowing she was dead already.</td></tr><tr><td class="number"><a href="e_48_f.html" target="_top">043</a></td><td class="emidasi">The surface of the river was covered with the drowning victims.</td></tr><tr><td class="number"><a href="e_61_f.html" target="_top">056</a></td><td class="emidasi">A meeting at the Kure Naval Base</td></tr></table></body>