VOSHN 96

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="091"><tr><td class="etesti">091</td><td class="edate">On the evening of August 6<sup>th</sup>, 1945</td><td class="eage">19 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>My little brother died.  I should not have yelled at him.</td></tr></table><div class="largep"><p>We evacuated in a small bomb shelter.  The shelter was crowded, filled with injured and burned people.</p><p>It was very dark.  The only light was a candle.  Only one candle.</p><br><p>A junior high school boy was with his injured little brother.  The little one was crying, "It hurts, it hurts."  The big one, who seemed mature and judicial, was trying hard to salve his little brother's feelings by saying, "I am here beside you so keep quiet, OK?  It is not only you that is suffering from pain."</p><br><p>The little one said, "I want to pee, I want to pooh, too."  I think he said that to draw attention of his big brother.</p><p>When the elder one tried to carry his brother out from the shelter, the little one shouted, "It hurts, it hurts! Mommy, Daddy!"  The elder boy yelled at him, "Mommy and Daddy will come soon, so just be quiet!  If you are going to make a lot of noise like this, I am going to leave you, OK?"</p><br><p>After a while, a scream that I have never heard woke me up.  It was the school boy screaming.  "My little brother is dead!  He is dead!  What shall I do?  Mommy, help me!  Forgive me!  Forgive me, please!  If I knew that he was going to die, I should not have yelled at him like that!"  After saying that, he held his little brother tightly in his arms.</p><p>We all cried in sympathy.</p></div></body>