VOSHN 267

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="249"><tr><td class="etesti">249</td><td class="edate">August 11<sup>th</sup>, 1945.</td><td class="eage">17 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>People opened the bodies' mouths and checked their teeth.</td></tr></table><table summary="haikei"><tr><td class="bg" background="../../photo/img625.jpg"><div class="large"><p>When I came to the front of Nagasaki Station, a plane of the U.S. Air Force flew toward us.  I wonder if it was a grasshopper.  As if they might have played a hoax on us, they began to machine-gun.  I ran into the air-raid shelter.  After the US plane flied away, going out of the shelter, I found myself squatting down on a body.  "Oh, this is a body," I only thought so, and felt nothing special at that time.</p><br><p>I went to the ruin of Nagasaki Medical College, which I went to, caring about its damage.  Many sufferers had sought refuge there, because it was a hospital and they asked for help.  When I walked along the corridor, many of them, lying there and pulling my leg, said to me, "Student!  Student!"</p><p>"May I have some water, please?" they said to me, but since I didn't know where to get water, I couldn't help them.  I didn't have any idea how to help them.</p><br><p>Somebody slowly opened the mouth of a body lying nearby, who seemed to be his family.  At first I wondered what he was doing.  Soon I could see he tried to find his family by checking the teeth of the bodies.  All bodies were so burnt that they could never be identified by their looks except teeth.</p><p>All the people lay dead here and there like stones.</p></div></td></tr></table></body>