There was a muddy puddle in front of the air-raid shelter. Many injured people who scrambled to drink the water were dead off one after another. Many bodies piled up around the small hole. They drunk the water and died.
Someone said to the injured, "Don't drink the water! Don't!", but they didn't stop drinking. Every one of them drunk it and died. Then another injured man came and pushed aside the piled-up bodies to drink it. He died, too. In that way all of the injured who drunk it died.
Someone stabbed the necks of dead bodies lying on their face with a hook and turned them over to find his child. He said, "It's not mine."
It was a terrible scene. Parents were searching around for their children, and children were for their parents.