VOSHN 174

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="163"><tr><td class="etesti">163</td><td class="edate">August 9<sup>th</sup>, 1945.  After escaping from the factory</td><td class="eage">15 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>I was afraid that I had cut his heart.</td></tr></table><table summary="haikei"><tr><td class="bg" background="../../photo/img304.jpg"><div class="large"><p>Just in front of the factory one middle age man was laying down.  In his chest close to his heart, a big piece of glass had stuck.  Holding the glass piece with his hands, he was trembling.  He said to me,</p><p> "Pull this piece of glass!  Pull out!  Help me!  Please help!"</p><p>He also said to persons who were passing him to evacuate, but nobody would look at him.</p><br><p>I tried to pull the glass piece out but it only slid from my hand, because of the blood on the glass.  I tried to pull out many times but it did not work.  So I took the towel hanging on my waist and put it to the glass piece.  Again and again I tried, but the towel slipped because of gore on the glass.</p><br><p>Then putting the towel to the clean part of the glass, I shook it hard.  He screamed loudly due to pain.  But he said,</p><p> "Please put it out!"</p><p>So, I made up my mind.  I shook it as hard as I could.  Finally I pulled it out.  Then blood streamed.  I now guess that I might have cut his heart.  As soon as blood streamed, he fainted away.</p><p>I regretted that I did wrong with him.</p></div></td></tr></table></body>