VOSHN 186

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="175"><tr><td class="etesti">175</td><td class="edate">August 9th, 1945 Early afternoon</td><td class="eage">16 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>Get out of this shelter of my family's!</td></tr></table><div class="largep"><p>Uncountable people, who were wounded by the a-bomb dropping, went up in line from mountain foot to the top.  The people were completely exhausted and one by one fell down on their way to the mountain top.  Many people, whose bodies were dark red and swollen by burns, were lying on both sides of the road.  They were too horrible to look at.</p><br><p>They were probably thirsty, and tried to drink water at roadside gutter.  They plunged their heads into the gutter and most of them had been dead there.</p><br><p>I went up the slope to the top of mountain.  Then the sounds by bombing planes came to my ears.  A family, who was standing on top of the slope, evacuated in panic into nearby the air-raid shelter.  I followed them into the shelter.  They looked at me and said,</p><p> "To which family do you belong?  Get out from here.  This is our shelter"</p><br><p>The enemy planes were circling round still in the sky, and do they tell me to get out?</p><p>I was terrified that they would shoot me as soon as I went out, but what can I do?  Those people were telling me to leave the shelter.  Feeling like weeping, from there I......</p></div></body>