VOSHN 167

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="156"><tr><td class="etesti">156</td><td class="edate">August 9<sup>th</sup>, 1945.  30 minutes after the explosion</td><td class="eage">34 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>A man was burning alive.</td></tr></table><div class="largep"><p>Many people were dead in the factory.  A man was burning alive.  Soon after he was crushed under the beam of the collapsed factory, the beam caught fire.  Owing to it, although he cried for help, nobody could do anything for him.  Being fatally wounded and half-dead, everybody did his best only for himself.  Besides, a few people's force was not strong enough to remove such a heavy beam.</p><br><p>I can never have a look at such scenes, even if I were ordered.  I can't.  The sight was too cruel to look at.</p><br><p>Soon the carrier-based planes flied to us at a low altitude and started to machine-gun us.  We ran into the shelter.  All the people there had got a flash burn or half burnt, because of it all of them were half-dead.  The small shelter was flooded with a lot of refugee.</p></div></body>