VOSHN 99

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="093"><tr><td class="etesti">093</td><td class="edate">At 4 a.m., August 7<sup>th</sup>, 1945</td><td class="eage">31 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>From upper stream bodies drifted and hit the oar of the boat</td></tr></table><table summary="haikei"><tr><td class="bg" background="../../photo/img302.jpg"><div class="large"><p>I rode home on the last of the rescue boats, which was full of wounded people and headed toward the upper part of river.  The tide flowed against the boat, so the boatman said that he was troubled very much.</p><p>In the river lots of bodies were drifting.  There were many bodies near the riverbank so that the boat advanced in the middle of the river in order not to run into them.  Also from the upper stream bodies drifted and hit the oar the man was paddling.  The boat passed Tenjin-machi and Ooshiba and moved on against the current.</p><br><p>From the riverbank, grievous cries of soon-to-die people came to ears.</p><p>"Yo-ho, there!"  "Help, please take me home with you aboard!"</p><br><p>However our boat was already full of wounded people.  There was a danger that the boat would overturn if we took them aboard.  We had no choice but to leave them in the lurch.</p><p>Lonesome, miserable, wild.  I wanted to weep but was unable to do so.  We were under such circumstances.</p></div></td></tr></table></body>