VOSHN 109

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="103"><tr><td class="etesti">103</td><td class="edate">On August 7<sup>th</sup></td><td class="eage">52 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>Soldiers dealt with dead bodies as rubbish</td></tr></table><table summary="haikei"><tr><td class="bg" background="../../photo/img312.jpg"><div class="large"><p>A baby was desperately sucking the dead mother's breast.  I thought, "A poor thing!  But I can't do anything for him!"</p><p>A young mother was holding a small blanket in her arms and dandling it.  She talked to it, "There, there, don't cry," though there was nothing in the blanket.  I thought she might have been carrying her baby before the bombing, and the baby was blown off anywhere by the blast.  She must have lost her mind.  I couldn't look at her any longer.</p><br><p>There was some water trickling down from the fountain.  I found so many bodies around it.  They would come to drink water and died there.  I thought that they were like fish caught in a net.</p><br><p>Soldiers gathered the bodies and burnt them as if they were rubbish.</p></div></td></tr></table></body>