VOSHN 230

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="214"><tr><td class="etesti">214</td><td class="edate">August 9<sup>th</sup>, 1945.  In the evening</td><td class="eage">50 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>I ran every time the enemy planes flew away.</td></tr></table><table summary="haikei"><tr><td class="bg" background="../../photo/img531.jpg"><div class="large"><p>I met many victims on the mountain path.  They were in a pitiful state which did not look like human being.  I consoled them by saying and continued on running.  When American aircrafts flew over, I dropped to field.  When they had gone, I ran again.</p><br><p>When I arrived at Urakami Seminary, several corpses of children and women lay.  All of them suffered from burns.</p><br><p>At the same time big oak trees in the wood at Urakami prison were burning brightly.  I thought, "I came so far. I cannot return to where I came from." </p></div></td></tr></table></body>