VOSHN 308

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="287"><tr><td class="etesti">287</td><td class="edate">On August 15<sup>th</sup>, 1945.</td><td class="eage">It's a sheer waste to use woods to burn only one body.</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>16 years old at that time</td></tr></table><table summary="haikei"><tr><td class="bg" background="../../photo/img111.jpg"><div class="large"><p>My father was wounded.  Though the wound didn't look so bad, he vomited blood and died on 15th.  An elementary school near my house served as a temporary aid station.  Some doctors from Nagasaki medical university helped there.  In the station, everything was in a state of confusion.  We couldn't tell who was a doctor or who was not.  Patients were all naked and wounded.  A foul stench hung over there.</p><br><p>I carried my father's body there with my sister and we asked the staffs to burn him to ashes.  One of them just answered, "Leave it around there."  My sister asked him, "Isn't there any suitable place for a dead person? We don't want to lay him on the ground"  He answered, "One or two more are going to die soon.  Then we'll burn your father with them together.  It's a sheer waste to use woods to burn only one body."</p><br><p>My father's body was exposed to the weather.  Every time I go to the aid station to treat my wound everyday, I had to see his body laid down on the ground.</p></div></td></tr></table></body>