VOSHN 93

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="088"><tr><td class="etesti">088</td><td class="edate">On the evening of August 6<sup>th</sup>, 1945</td><td class="eage">17 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>Give me water.  I do not care if I die.</td></tr></table><div class="largep"><p>I wanted to drink water madly.  Thirst was killing me.  My eyes were swollen and I could not tell who was who around me.  It was only their voices that I could rely on.</p><p>I kept on saying, "Give me water.  I do not care if I die."  The pain I was suffering from was that bad.</p><br><p>Our teacher said, "Do not give a drop of water.  It will kill them."</p><p>I called out for one of my lower-grade boy and said, "I do not care if I die so give me some water.  I am asking you this with my own words, so please get some water for me.  If not, I will not forgive you and haunt you as a ghost after my death."</p><br><p>That boy went to draw water from a well and brought it to me in a beer bottle.  Since I could not handle it by myself, he helped me drinking it from the bottle.</p><p>I could never forget how good it felt when the cold water went through my dried-up throat until now.</p></div></body>