VOSHN 327

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="305"><tr><td class="etesti">305</td><td class="edate">After the middle of August, 1945.</td><td class="eage">It was much more peaceful in a field hospital.</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>26 years old at that time</td></tr></table><div class="large"><p>Well, from the day I did nothing but treat.  Though I treated, there were not enough medical supplies.  All I could do was to apply a mercurochrome or edible oil.  There were people who died as soon as they arrived.</p><br><p>And, I do not know how I should express, they went madness.  They exclaimed and shouted.  Or there were people whom I did not know when they died.  They kept lying down and silence.  There were hopeless people who were burned all over his body.</p><br><p>Life in Central part of Chinese continent (Kacyu) was much better.  Well, if military operations were carried out patients came back rapidly.  I had never experienced such a cruel thing like atomic bomb.  The case was cruel in homeland.</p><br><p>It was much more peaceful in a field and a commissariat hospital than in homeland.  That was out of the question.  Well, it was a real hell on earth.</p></div></body>