|230||August 10th, 1945. In the morning||26 years old at that time|
|They were too weak to eat rice gruel.|
I went to Shiroyama Elementary School, which had been already burned and destroyed. I wondered how the other teachers were. They had stayed in the air-raid shelter. I thought most of them probably died.
When I went into the school, I found about ten of them. They were barely breathing, and the other teachers had already died. They seemed really happy to see me. They called my name over and over again. "Mr.Hayashi! Mr.Hayashi!" they said and came up to me.
They hadn't had a bite to eat since yesterday. I thought they were really hungry, so I fetched prepared rice balls from near Oohashi (district). Then, I picked up a pot somewhere and boiled the rice balls to make rice gruel so that they can eat it easily.
I took the gruel to them and tried to feed them, but they were too weak to eat it. There were many air-raid shelters around the playground. Most of the shelters were filled with survivors, who had lived around there, but none of them had any medicine or ointment. They were just staying in the hole.