I walked toward my home through the ruin. Standing in the burned-out field before me, I couldn't find the trace of my house. Walking from Ienomachi-town to Shiroyama-machi, I saw dead people and horses, and heard the injured groaning.
So far I thought a person would join his palms together, but the dead people were clenching their fists, with their stomachs swollen. Seeing it, I realized how cruel this bomb was. At the same time I felt they had been killed, though they'd never wanted to be so. There were hundreds of injured people around there. Seeing them, I thought this was the very hell on earth. (In Buddhism we call it "Abikyoukan", which is a kind of Hell, where people are crying and shrieking.) Crossing the iron bridge "Oh-hashi", I found a heap of bodies and the injured people groaning.