On the morning of the day, I felt something has happened--I saw soldiers come down from mountains, in rows of five, ten, with a knapsack on their backs. Nagasaki is surrounded by mountains, you know. The soldiers did not look tense at all.
A military policeman passed by on a truck, shouting loudly something using a megaphone. We could not catch what he said. "It seems something is going on. What happened?" I said to my son.
Soon, we learned through a person who came from the central city that the war was over. None of us had a radio and none of us could read newspaper, so the only way for us to know what was going on was to hear news from townspeople.
I found out that the Emperor talked to the public on the radio and declared the end of the war. I said to my husband, who had been ill from injury "Japan has lost the war. The war is over." "Japan failed to make it." He replied. He died the next day and this became his last words.
Translation by another person.
Japan failed in war.
There was something strange from the morning on that day. Five or ten soldiers carrying rucksacks climbed down a mountain in a line without a care. Some others also climbed down but in a different direction, because Nagasaki is surrounded by mountains.
Meanwhile a military policeman, who was on a truck, passed through calling out something in a loud voice with a megaphone. We couldn't hear what he said. I asked my eldest son, "There is something strange. What's wrong? What's happened?"
"The person from the city centre came to inform us that the war has ended." We neither had a radio nor could read a newspaper. We only heard the news from the people who came from the city centre.
There was a broadcast of the voice of Japan's Emperor Hirohito and we realised that the war was over. I said to my injured husband, "Japan has lost the war. The war has ended."
My husband said, "Japan failed in war." These were his last words and he died the following day.