VOSHN 191

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="179"><tr><td class="etesti">179</td><td class="edate">August 9th, 1945 Immediately after explosion</td><td class="eage">26 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>I was an only survivor.</td></tr></table><div class="largep"><p>Just a moment ago, female teachers were relaying the digging dirt to hand to hand in line, and a male teacher was wiping his foot.  They were all on the ground moaning.  They were wearing nothing on their tops.  Perhaps, the bomb blast stripped their cloth or the heat burned them away.</p><br><p>Their faces, arms and legs, which weren't covered with clothes, burnt sore.  Their skins were hanging down from bodies.  They looked like wiping clothes.  It was too cruel to look at.  If they had not been my colleagues, I would have run away from them, feeling sick.</p><br><p>A male teacher called Ichinose was also outdoors relaying the digging dirt to hand to hand.  He was blown away more than 10 meters (about 33 feet) and crashed against the stone shelf, resulting in an instant death.  Meanwhile, young female teachers and the vice-principle, who had been working outside the school, came back.  Every one of them got their backs burnt into red and looked miserable.  They shivered saying,</p><p> "It's cold, it's cold"</p><p>However there was nothing that I could put on their bodies.</p><p>Among teachers who worked at school on that day, Three female teachers survived and I was an only male survivor.</p></div></body>