VOSHN 274

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="256"><tr><td class="etesti">256</td><td class="edate">August 12<sup>th</sup>, 1945.</td><td class="eage">32 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>The corpses remained after four days had passed.</td></tr></table><table summary="haikei"><tr><td class="bg" background="../../photo/img431.jpg"><div class="large"><p>The corpses remained after four days had passed.  A man who was charred was sitting under the burning sun and couldn't move.  His body was burnt black and only his eyes and teeth were white.  He was sitting by the roadside and was looking at the passers-by with goggle-eyes.  When we looked at him, we didn't feel like helping him.</p><br><p>I didn't think of any purpose except for searching for my nephew.  So I didn't feel sorry for him.  That's how I felt in those days.</p><br><p>The most terrible disaster was a mother who was crushed to death under a piece of large timber and her five children got scattered.  Some of them were spreading their hands toward their mother.  Six people of the family were dead.  I didn't know what happened to their father.  The corpses of the family remained after four days had passed.</p><br><p>There was a corpse which had got caught on a branch.  When a man was sitting on a chair, a heavy thing dropped on him.  And the dead man was still sitting on the chair.  The corpse was rotten.</p><br><p>I pulled out about ten people from the shelter, put them on a stretcher and carried them away, because I thought my nephew might have been dead in the shelter.  When I held the hands of injured people, their hands were rotten and swollen.  The shelter couldn't protect them from their death, because of the atomic bomb.</p></div></td></tr></table></body>