|241||August 10th, 1945.||15 years old at that time|
|My younger brother was burned to death under a fallen house.|
When I went to the ruins of a fire of my house, a boy, who was a friend of my younger brother, came walking with a cane and he told me how my younger brother was burned to death. According to his talk, my younger brother was alive under a fallen house. He said, "please help me, help me, please." But the boy was wounded and a little child, so he couldn't remove rumbers. He kept watching my younger brother be burned to death. This is just a hell on earth, isn't this?
My younger sister got badly burned. Her hair shrunk, and her face skin was burned and festered. Her face completely changed, so we couldn't tell her from others. My mother didn't notice her and my mother was about to go past her, but she cried, "mommy," so my mother noticed the girl was her own daughter. My mother carried my sister on her back, laid her down on the edge of a field and looked over the condition of her. But she breathed her last soon, saying , "I have a stomachache, stomachache."
My other younger brother and sister seemed to be killed instantly inside house.