VOSHN 95

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="090"><tr><td class="etesti">090</td><td class="edate">On the evening of August 6<sup>th</sup>, 1945</td><td class="eage">37 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>The girls all died</td></tr></table><div class="largep"><p>A great number of girls, seriously injured, were lying in front of me.  Thinking about my own daughter being injured and calling for help, I could not leave them alone.</p><br><p>The girls asked me.  "Aunty, give me some water."  "Water, please."  "You can reach my brother at this patrol team, so please let him know."  I answered, "I cannot do that at the moment.  I presume my own daughter is in the same situation like you: injured and crying.  You should not drink water because that will send you to death.  Life is very dear, OK?  Things will get better when the day breaks, so please hold on here."</p><br><p>The girls all died.  Yes, all of them.  I cried thinking about my own daughter dying like them.  I cried and cried.</p></div></body>