VOSHN 329

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="307"><tr><td class="etesti">307</td><td class="edate">From the middle to the end of August, 1945.</td><td class="eage">The professor died as one soldier.</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>16 years old at that time</td></tr></table><div class="large"><p>A man constantly complained of "It hurts!"  His wound did not close.  We thought it so strange that we had a careful look at the wound.  And we noticed something moving under the wound.  Well, we finally saw it was maggots.</p><br><p>We picked maggots up one by one at first chopsticks.  But there was no enough time to pick them by chopsticks.  There was no help for it.  Then, I held the patient and took him to a water tap.  And, well I squirted hose's water into the wound with strength.  And I flushed maggots.</p><p>Maggots went into not only wounds but also the back of eyelids.  In this case, well I turned eyelids over and squirted hose's water into eyes to flush maggots.  I experienced such cases many times.</p><br><p>A Mr.Miyakoshi who had been professor of mathematics and had worked at no.4 high school was junior technician, double stars, and entered the army, however, we were triple stars, military cadets.</p><p>Mr.Miyakoshi managed incidental tasks for us.  On the contrary, mathematics lovers got together asked him for lecture on mathematics to us at night.</p><br><p>Mr.Miyakoshi, well, was bombed and brought to us.  I heard that when my colleague went round in the night Mr.Miyakoshi asked: "Mr.cadet, Mr.cadet, please give me water" and joined his hands.  The cadet who was nursing him gave water.  He said: "Thank you sir Mr.cadet."</p><p>And the following morning he was numbered among the dead.</p></div></body>