VOSHN 183

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="172"><tr><td class="etesti">172</td><td class="edate">August 9th, 1945 In the afternoon</td><td class="eage">23 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>I could have given him water.</td></tr></table><div class="largep"><p>It was a "March to death".  Those people, who were stark naked, burnt to black, whose heads were torn off, came over for evacuation.  They looked asthoguh they were walking in sleep.  There were desperate of escaping from the place.  I assure they were.</p><p>People in rows continued coming.  A person amongst was crawling forward like a caterpillar, not being able to walk.</p><br><p>I can't still get rid of one scene from my eyes, that was the young girl who was stark naked, dirty and black as pitch.  She was burnt rather than dirty, I suppose.  She yelled out,</p><p> "I'm dying.  Give me water,  Give me water."</p><br><p>Because my hands were full, I was unable to give water to the girl.  I wanted to give water, though.  I moved on to evacuate myself from the scene.  I left her there.  I still think if only I could have let her drink water.</p></div></body>