VOSHN 64

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="059"><tr><td class="etesti">059</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>I think that I was a devil then</td></tr></table><div class="largep"><p>Though all were coming out from it, I went into the city.  Looking at my unharmed face, people came close crying out for water.</p><p>Then others approached me saying, "Excuse me.  I am from here and there.  Can you possibly contact my family?"</p><br><p>Now I come to ask myself why I could not listen to what they were asking for.  I think that I was a devil then.  There were so many who came for help, and I could have taken one or two, even three of their addresses.  I could have given a glass of water.</p><br><p>It was then when I thought, "Is this war?  Is this hell?"</p><p>Sometimes, I have a chance to watch films on Hiroshima a month or two later the atomic bomb was dropped.  Those images are far from what we have suffered from.</p></div></body>