VOSHN 139

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="131"><tr><td class="etesti">131</td><td class="edate">Before August 15<sup>th</sup>, 1945</td><td class="eage">16 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>I did not feel scared even when I saw so many corpses.</td></tr></table><table summary="haikei"><tr><td class="bg" background="../../photo/img342.jpg"><div class="large"><p>There were over thousands, ten thousands, millions of them.  When you walked around for a long time to look for your relatives among a huge number of bodies all over as far as we can see, you would have no fear.  I never felt fear to look at dead bodies.</p><br><p>Looking around, I saw many different bodies that were actually too cruel to see.  Among them, there was the burned shape of the mother holing her baby in her arms.</p><br><p>At that time I had never felt fear, or been so scared that I couldn't sleep at night because of the sight of all these.  I was alone in my house and when it got dark, the city was bright every night.  That brightness was "the fire on which bodies were burning."</p><p>When I saw such a sight I wondered I could have had survived.  I mean, the feeling of wonder, or, I would say, sadness and loneliness, they were beyond expression.</p><p>Human's life is "empty or vain," such feelings would well up to me and I would cry a lot.</p></div></td></tr></table></body>