VOSHN 63

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="058"><tr><td class="etesti">058</td><td class="edate">August 6<sup>th</sup>, 1945</td><td class="eage">29 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>Many people fell into water tanks along roads.</td></tr></table><div class="largep"><p>I walked into a town.  Many people were dead.  Also, many people had lain down and were groveling on the road.  "Help me, please!"  "Please, help me!"  They were crying out.  Even if I helped one or two among them, there would be no point to do that.</p><br><p>Five people, seven people, ten people, people who became charred fell into water tanks along roads, and then they were just floating with bent the hands, and lifted their heads on water.  Also, a lot of looks of people were too cruel and they grasped at the air, it was not expressible in the word.</p><br><p>At the riverside, many people whose skin came off, which body reddens by burn, who crawled like a green caterpillar and are turning were carrying out "Help me, please!"  "Please, help me!"  I wasn't able to help them, because of too many people.  There were a lot of victims somehow.</p></div></body>