|216||August 9th, 1945. In the night||23 years old at that time|
|I have forgotten the prayer.|
We escaped into the mountain. I had lost the will to live. I might have felt that my life was over.
Having been Catholic for generations, I had received Catholic education. It made me feel that I finally could go to Heaven at that time.
I remembered how horrible my uncle looked when he died. It was the end of the world to me.
We usually prayed in the mornings and evenings every day. However I was dispirited to pray at the time. I actually forgot any prayers and everything. My father told me, "Shall we say our prayers?" I agreed and started with the first words, "Our Father who art in heaven." But Being distracted by the sights on fire here and there, I could not actually continue praying.
I was not human being. I thought that humans were just like cows or horses.