VOSHN 147

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="137"><tr><td class="etesti">137</td><td class="edate">On the morning of August 9<sup>th</sup>, 1945.</td><td class="eage">40 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>My elder son did something he usually didn't before he left for his school.</td></tr></table><table summary="haikei"><tr><td class="bg" background="../../photo/img108.jpg"><div class="large"><p>In that morning, my eldest son, who was a medical student, said to me before going to school,</p><p> "I won't be back home tonight, I will be on night duty."</p><p>It was so strange then, that he left home and came back.  I thought,</p><p> "My boy acts strangely"</p><p>I said,</p><p> "What's the matter with you?  Are you going to skip the class today?"</p><p>"No, I'm not.  I just felt that I had forgotten something.  I've come back to fetch it."</p><br><p>He had kept his precious books in the shelter.  He came home to check them.  He said,</p><p> "Mother!  Please look after this book especially if the bomb drops,"</p><p>And then he went to school.  I think that the medical book written in German was very precious in those days.  He bothered to come back home to tell me to look after his book.</p><br><p>He picked up his younger brothers, one was four and another was two-year-old, and said,</p><p> "Your brother is going to school now.  Stay in good health."</p><p>When I look back at then, he acted differently that day.</p></div></td></tr></table></body>