VOSHN 233

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="217"><tr><td class="etesti">217</td><td class="edate">August 9<sup>th</sup>, 1945.  At dusk</td><td class="eage">14 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>In the air-raid shelter, there were prisoners of the Allied Forces.</td></tr></table><table summary="haikei"><tr><td class="bg" background="../../photo/img535.jpg"><div class="large"><p>When I was just about to enter an air-raid shelter, I saw people near the entrance.  Most of them had burns.  Among them there were Allied Force's prisoners who had been atom-bombed at prisoners' camp.  Those people, foreigners, were heavily injured; one's back skin was peeled of, others suffered from burns and blisters with their shoulder or arms. I wondered how this could happen to them.</p><br><p>They understood Japanese language, They said, "Douzo, douzo (Please please),"  and guided me into the shelter. I entered into the shelter. There were more prisoners sitting on both sides of the shelter. Some of them suffered from burns.  I realized that prisoners burned badly were outside the shelter.</p><br><p>Near the entrance of the shelter, a woman was crouching on the ground. Her body was all scorched. She groaned out, "I want some water, I want some water."</p><p>I asked her, "Aren't you the aunt of the fish store, are you?"  She replied,</p><p>"Yes, I am." I said,</p><p>"I'm Watanabe Tsukasa."  She said, "Ah, Tsuka-Chan?  I want some water."</p><br><p>"I don't have water.  But I got something. You can suck this."  I broke the wax gourd that my friend gave me, into small pieces, and put it into her mouth.  She sucked the gourd hard with sounds.</p><p>"How delicious!", she said and breathed her last.  I repeated her name, but she replied nothing any more.</p></div></td></tr></table></body>