VOSHN 242

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="226"><tr><td class="etesti">226</td><td class="edate">August 9<sup>th</sup>, 1945.  Midnight</td><td class="eage">23 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>I walked home crying for Nagasaki on fire.</td></tr></table><div class="largep"><p>I think it was six or seven of us who left Nagasaki at the night on foot.  We still heard the roar of U.S. aircrafts over the sky, and we hid under the eaves and in shelters on our way back.</p><br><p>Seeing the city of Nagasaki destroyed by fire in distance, I could not stop crying.  Since it was the very place I was brought up.</p><br><p>A strange smell of burnt horses and people was hanging in the air in the streets.  When I recall that memory, I lose my appetites even nowadays.  The scene and memory are still vivid to me.</p><p>Looking back at Nagasaki in red by fire, I went back to where my mother was waiting.</p></div></body>