VOSHN 284

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="266"><tr><td class="etesti">266</td><td class="edate">August 13<sup>th</sup> to 14<sup>th</sup>, 1945.</td><td class="eage">35 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>They dragged corpses as if they were sardines.</td></tr></table><table summary="haikei"><tr><td class="bg" background="../../photo/img642.jpg"><div class="large"><p>Shiroyama-machi (district) which I saw when I was transported to a first-aid station, was not old Shiroyama in my memory any more.  Cherry trees along the river banks had been completely disappeared.  Concrete walls had been felled sideways.</p><br><p>In a river water, not small number of corpses were left untouched.  People of the groups dragged the corpses in the river water with pickaxes.  It seemed to me that they dragged sardines.  They piled up them on the bank and cremated.  It was terrible smell.</p><br><p>I was put on a shutter board and was brought from there to a hospital like a field hospital.  There was no floor and coarse mats were laid directly on ragged ground.  A-bomb victims were placed in a row.</p><br><p>At the hospital I had pieces of glass drawn out from my body.  I had the pieces torn off from my body, which had stuck deep into my flesh.  Each piece of the glass made surprising sounds.</p></div></td></tr></table></body>