VOSHN 272

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="254"><tr><td class="etesti">254</td><td class="edate">Around August 12<sup>th</sup>, 1945.</td><td class="eage">44 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>An unborn baby was coming out of its mother's belly.</td></tr></table><div class="large"><p>There were dead people rolling over and over around there.  I was going down a hill among the dead people.  I said, "Shall we stop going down this way?  The American military are coming and I would just feel so sorry if someone gets injured."  My uncle said, "We've come all the way here so we must find your husband."  "But I would feel so guilty if you get injured.  I don't think my husband is alive under these circumstances."</p><br><p>However all of my relatives said, "We must find him," and they took me with them so I went down the road of Urakami Cathedral.  The road had heated up from the residual heat when I passed through there.  I was walking lifting my feet.  While I was passing through, there were dead people rolling over and over.</p><br><p>There was a person who was almost crushed under the tree.  But no one had helped the person.  I wished I could have helped that person, but no one could have lifted that big tree.</p><br><p>When I was passing over the Matsuyama Bridge, I looked down into the river.  There were dead people in the river so I couldn't see below the surface of the water.  There were a lot of dead people who were swollen and floating.  Just as I crossed over the bridge, a woman fell down.  An unborn baby was protruding from the side of her belly, from here (showing the interviewee's belly).  The woman had fallen over and had burst.</p><p>Although I saw that scene, I didn't cry.</p></div></body>