VOSHN 105

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="099"><tr><td class="etesti">099</td><td class="edate">In the afternoon, August 7<sup>th</sup>, 1945</td><td class="eage">49 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>Beautiful white bones are scattered</td></tr></table><table summary="haikei"><tr><td class="bg" background="../../photo/img308.jpg"><div class="large"><p>Searching around for a while, I came to the place.  "Oh, this must be my house."  I approached to the house, and there neatly lined the white bones; they were on the burnt roof tiles.  I thought, "Here are bones."  I stared into the bones and I found teeth including two with gold crowns.  "This bones must be my wife's," I thought.</p><br><p>I got the white cloth from a soldier beside me and wrapped my wife's bones.  Then I removed roof tiles and under them I found scattered small beautiful bones.</p><p>"These bones must be my daughter's," I said to myself.</p></div></td></tr></table></body>