VOSHN 118

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="110"><tr><td class="etesti">110</td><td class="edate">After August 8<sup>th</sup>, 1945</td><td class="eage">41 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>Gas bubbled out of the bodies</td></tr></table><table summary="haikei"><tr><td class="bg" background="../../photo/img304.jpg"><div class="large"><p>About 50-70 bodies were laid in a line in the vacant land near the bridge.  Most of them were women.  Their skins were peeled away, charred and their faces lost their features.</p><br><p>Since they had been exposed to the scorching sun for a long time, they were rotten, swelled.  The human bodies looked inflated, because they were fermenting.  Something like a gas bubbled out of the broken skins.  They bubbled out, making murmuring noises.</p><p>There was nobody there except for myself.  I was looking at them alone.</p><br><p>I was searching for my wife.  Even when I could find a body, which might be my wife, I couldn't make sure whether it really was my wife.  It was too scorched to identify her.  Clothes, something I could probably have recognized my wife with, were all burned.</p><p>It might be strange mentality of human beings; I wanted to find her, but on the other hand, I didn't want to see her among those ugly appearances.  I was really sorry.</p></div></td></tr></table></body>