VOSHN 208

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="195"><tr><td class="etesti">195</td><td class="edate">August 9<sup>th</sup>, 1945.</td><td class="eage">27 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>A girl had a piece of board stuck in her head.</td></tr></table><div class="largep"><p>There was a girl with a piece of board stuck in her head.  She asked me to pull it out.  I feared that her wound would spout blood if I did so.  Besides, I did not have any medicine with me.  So I said to her,</p><p> "There must be the treatment team up on that hill.  You'd better go there and ask them for help."</p><p> She said,</p><p> "You can't do that for me, can't you, Mister?"</p><p> "It will hurt you if I pull it out for you. Please go see them." I said.</p><br><p>There was a man who had quite a big hole between his eye and nose.  He asked me to bind up his wound with a towel.  I did so, and then he complained, "I can't see now."</p><br><p>There was the kindergarten nearby and the entire building was collapsed but not burned.  I saw a teacher sawing away a beam or something.</p><p> "What are you doing, Mister?" I asked.  He answered,</p><p> "Many children are stuck underneath."  But what could he expect with only a single saw?</p><br><p>During the war students were mobilized.  In the nearby ammunition factory, too, many girl students had been deployed.  All the girls were now lying dead on the banks of the rice paddies.  Every one of them were dead.</p></div></body>