VOSHN 91

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="086"><tr><td class="etesti">086</td><td class="edate">On the evening of August 6<sup>th</sup>, 1945</td><td class="eage">16 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>Everybody cried out loud </td></tr></table><div class="largep"><p>My sister, who was heavily burned, kept on saying, "I want water, water".  We tried to calm her down.  "Have a little patience.  If you drink water, you are going to die.  There is a doctor in the town, we think.  We will take you there tomorrow, so hold on for a little bit more."</p><p>When I saw the skies of Hiroshima at night, it was very red.  It was very bright.  Bright as if the mountains were going to catch fire.  I think the whole town was on fire.</p><br><p>My sister's entire body was covered by burn, and we did not know haw to treat her.  There was no medicine, and we believed religiously that we should not give her any water.  All we could do was to be at her side, asking "How do you feel? 'Does it hurt?"</p><br><p>At the middle of the night, my sister suddenly had difficulty in breathing and cried, "I cannot breathe!  I cannot breathe!"  Straight after that, she died.  "I should have given her water, since she wanted it that much", I thought.</p><p>My family all cried out loud.  My mother cried madly.</p></div></body>