VOSHN 175

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="164"><tr><td class="etesti">164</td><td class="edate">August 9<sup>th</sup>, 1945.  Around noon</td><td class="eage">14 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>His back was missing, being scooped out.</td></tr></table><div class="largep"><p>I narrowly escaped from the factory to outside but I lost my sense of directions, because the factory buildings had been destroyed completely.  One student of Kushu University rushed to me and asked,</p><p> <i>"Got injured?"</i></p><p>He didn't mean if I got injured, but he meant if HE got hurt and wanted me to take a look.</p><br><p>I checked him and found that he had no wounds.  He was wearing the white shirt.  I told him so.  He was relieved, and turned around to run away.  I was astonished to see his back.  His back was missing, it was being scooped out.</p><br><p>People with blood all over their bodies, you can't tell if they are men or women, were dismayed and hastily loitering right and left.  Looking at them, I felt as if I were chased by people in a dream.</p><br><p>U.S. aircrafts flew over at the low altitude and machine-gunned us.  They were combat planes.  I could see the American soldiers in the cockpits, and their eyes which were typical Western eyes.  Their deep-set eyes with sunglasses on looked like sneering at us.  The aircrafts flew way down over us.</p><p>I tried to escape into the air-raid shelter, but I was unable to run even five meters.  They would shoot me before I reached the shelter, I thought, I just clung to something nearby.</p><p>I noticed later that I was clinging to the dead body.</p></div></body>