VOSHN 279

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="261"><tr><td class="etesti">261</td><td class="edate">After August 12<sup>th</sup>, 1945.</td><td class="eage">22 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>Hungry person is allowed to eat this flesh!</td></tr></table><div class="large"><p>We arrived at the ruins of fires of Mitsubishi Armory and started to get rid of dead bodies.  We gathered the bodies and put woods, rags and oil on the bodies.  And we set fire to them and burned.  For a moment I watched the bodies burn.  It is unpleasant and disgusting that corpses burn and burst, isn't it?  Abdomens sizzled and exploded.</p><br><p>Phosphorus coming out from the bodies burnt up briskly.  The hands and feet of the corpses shrank or stretched in flame.  While I was looking, I thought that human bodies wriggled well at burning.  The hands and feet of the bodies wriggled as if those were alive.</p><br><p>When I slept in the open air at night, about twenty bodies of girls who had been in labor service lay beside me.  I had nevertheless no feeling that they were filthy.</p><br><p>When I was getting rid of a human body, I found flesh on shoulder remained unburned.  I joked, "Here is a chunk of flesh!  Hungry person is allowed to eat this!" A small amount of bones was attached to the flesh.</p><br><p>We put still living people aboard trucks to carry to a hospital.  In case they were convulsed and died, we held the head and feet of the dead person and threw down to the ground from its carrier with a one-two-three call.  They were treated just like a pig or a chicken.</p></div></body>