On our way to evacuate, a man in his forties sat and vowed to us. I wondered and looked at him. He said, "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." 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. I felt deep pity for him. The man put his hands together and begged us with tears in his eyes, "Please lift the roof up. Please lift this up." 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, "I'm so sorry," and moved on. It still makes me...... |