VOSHN 179

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="168"><tr><td class="etesti">168</td><td class="edate">August 9<sup>th</sup>, 1945.  About one hour after the explosion</td><td class="eage">Teen age at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>He said, "Please lift this roof up."</td></tr></table><table summary="haikei"><tr><td class="bg" background="../../photo/img439.jpg"><div class="large"><p>On our way to evacuate, a man in his forties sat and vowed to us.  I wondered and looked at him.  He said,</p><p> "Please help me.  Under this collapsed house my wife and children, all in five, have been crushed.  Please lift this roof up to help them."</p><br><p>However all escapees were wounded.  I grasped the edge of the roof anyway.  I suppose that all the evacuees had little room in their mind to feel for the others.  Stepping over the roof under which his family was buried, they ran away.</p><br><p>I felt deep pity for him.  The man put his hands together and begged us with tears in his eyes,</p><p> "Please lift the roof up.  Please lift this up."</p><p>But all we could do was to evacuate.  We were very uneasy that the enemy planes might appear at any moment and shoot us.  I was the last person at the scene.  I decided to help him just one more time and tried to raise the roof again.  But it was impossible to do so.  I said to him,</p><p> "I'm so sorry," and moved on.  It still makes me......</p></div></td></tr></table></body>