VOSHN 300

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="279"><tr><td class="etesti">279</td><td class="edate">August 15<sup>th</sup>, 1945.</td><td class="eage">I didn't care whether Japan has won or lost.</p></td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>40 years old at that time</td></tr></table><table summary="haikei"><tr><td class="bg" background="../../photo/img702.jpg"><div class="large"><p>At that time, I was accommodated at a makeshift first-aid center.  I saw one person cry loudly saying that he (she) was sorry for the Emperor.  A junior high school teacher cried loudly also to hear the news of defeat, and died the next day.</p><br><p>I did not care, however.  My husband was severely injured and more dead than alive.  Mosquitoes annoyed us every night, flies every day.  I couldn't feel anything about Japan's defeat or victory.</p><div class="greens">Translation by another person.</div><div class="large"><span class="orangered">I didn't care whether we won the war or lost.</span></div><br>"I feel sorry for the Emperor."  One junior high school teacher said, "We lost the war."  He cried loudly and died the following day.</p><br><p>But it didn't matter to me.  My husband had suffered from massive injuries and was on the verge of death.  We suffered from mosquitoes at night and flies in the day, every day.  I didn't care whether we had won the war or lost, that I had thought mainly.</p></div></td></tr></table></body>