VOSHN 214

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="200"><tr><td class="etesti">200</td><td class="edate">August 9<sup>th</sup>, 1945.  In the evening</td><td class="eage">17 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>We were like pigs that were nearly beaten to death.</td></tr></table><table summary="haikei"><tr><td class="bg" background="../../photo/img516.jpg"><div class="large"><p>I was in the last car, which I now remember was a freight car.  I was writhing and groaning in pain on the floor.  Maybe I looked like one of those pigs which were nearly beaten to death and loaded into the freight car.</p><br><p>Before long, the train started to move slowly.  Everyone pleaded for water.  "Water, water, please." we squeaked from our throats as we cried.  "The injured must not drink water," they told us and did not give us any water.</p><br><p>We finally arrived at Isahaya (station name), where we were received by the Isahaya Women's Society members.  When they saw us getting off the train and standing in line on the platform, they shed tears.  It was quite natural for them to be shocked at us as we looked like zombies or other creatures rather than humans.  We were covered with blood and dirt, almost naked with raw skin all over.</p></div></td></tr></table></body>