VOSHN 136

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="128"><tr><td class="etesti">128</td><td class="edate">After August 7<sup>th</sup>, 1945</td><td class="eage">36 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>People who died in no time were happier than those who did not!</td></tr></table><div class="largep"><p>That was awfully terrible.  I thought that was a real hell.  Much more than hundreds of people were trooping one after another.  They, every one of them said in unison, "I have sores, oh, um, help me."  They were groaning with pain.</p><br><p>Everybody, all of them were only half alive, and were doddering.  Back In time, they wore poor clothes.  The season was summer, so they were lightly dressed.  But above all, they were exposed to a massive dose of radiation in such a situation.  Their clothes were all burned and ragged.</p><br><p>Some of them were carried over in the broken buggies.  The ones who pushed the buggies were already doddering.  There were also people who carried two persons over in the <i>Decchiguruma</i> (the old style of hand truck), and went to the medical treatment team.  The ones who pulled the hand trucks were already doddering.</p><p>Everybody in unison said, "Oh, um."  This was a deep howl of pain.</p><p>People who died in no time were happier than they who did not!</p></div></body>