VOSHN 269

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="251"><tr><td class="etesti">251</td><td class="edate">August 11<sup>th</sup>, 1945.</td><td class="eage">40 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>People were calling for water in low voices.</td></tr></table><table summary="haikei"><tr><td class="bg" background="../../photo/img530.jpg"><div class="large"><p>There were mountains of corpses everywhere.  Some people had collapsed face down in the flow of water.  Some people had fallen one upon another in a heap on the grass.  There were a great many people dying in the Oohashi River or by the river.  I thought that they were calling forth all their strength to drink some water by the riverside, then drank some, felt relieved, went to sleep and passed away.</p><br><p>I walked near the road of Shiroyama elementary school.  There was a man collapsing beside the fallen roof tiles.  He was swollen, bleeding and his eyeballs were popping out.  He noticed the sound I made walking, or felt someone coming, "What great pain!  Give me some water," he said in a low voice.</p><br><p>When I saw him, I only thought, "Alas!  He is still alive."  I didn't have any feelings for him other than that.  There were many people whose eyeballs were popping out.  I still cannot express that terrible disaster into words, even today.</p></div></td></tr></table></body>