VOSHN 234

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="218"><tr><td class="etesti">218</td><td class="edate">August 9<sup>th</sup>, 1945.  In the afternoon</td><td class="eage">23 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>I've forgotten my baby.</td></tr></table><table summary="haikei"><tr><td class="bg" background="../../photo/img304.jpg"><div class="large"><p>A young woman collapsed into the ditch, where we took refuge.  Her cheek was split open from mouth to ear like a pomegranate fruit.  Blood gushed out from the wounds.  Since we had no first aid goods, we were unable to look after her.</p><br><p>Suddenly she said, "I've left my baby.  I should look for my dearest now."  We stopped her going out as saying, "Everywhere is on fire, you must not go."  We were in the muddy ditch and she was severely woundded.</p><br><p>We forced her to stay with us for a while, but she stumbled out to look for her baby.  Then I thought, "What is about her having forgotten her own baby?  Although people say that one loves somebody or their families, one loves oneself most at last."</p><br><p>I felt profoundly the loneliness of humankind.  Most beloved was herself and her baby was the second.</p></div></td></tr></table></body>