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.
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.
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."
I asked her, "Aren't you the aunt of the fish store, are you?" She replied,
"Yes, I am." I said,
"I'm Watanabe Tsukasa." She said, "Ah, Tsuka-Chan? I want some water."
"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.
"How delicious!", she said and breathed her last. I repeated her name, but she replied nothing any more.