VOSHN 88

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="083"><tr><td class="etesti">083</td><td class="edate">August 6<sup>th</sup>, 1945</td><td class="eage">15 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>They looked like foreigners.</td></tr></table><div class="largep"><p>Night fell over Hiroshima, but it was as light as day.  The city was in flames.  Houses collapsed because of the bomb blast.  There were heavy clouds in the sky, which looked reddish, as if red clay dust was scattered in it.  It was a horrible sight.</p><p>After a little while, there was a call, "Gather 'round, all those who are injured!"  The injured, both military and civilian got together in one place.  The nurses were devoted to dressing patients' wounds with strips of cloth.  In fact, lacking the necessary materials for proper medical care, they couldn't do anything more.</p><br><p>Looking around, I found myself in the middle of people covered with all over blood.  There were women also, who had red faces and also red fuzzy hair.  They looked like foreigners.</p><br><p>Everyone was given first-aid treatment and then got one blanket each in the barracks.  Everyone took the blanket and cloaked themselves with it.  We, soldiers, lined up in front of the air-raid shelter behind the hospital.</p><p>In groups of six we lay down on our blankets under a mosquito net.</p></div></body>