VOSHN 333

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="311"><tr><td class="etesti">311</td><td class="edate">Mid-August and after, 1945.</td><td class="eage">28 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>Christians were noble at the point of death.</td></tr></table><div class="large"><p>Using a truck I went to an air raid shelter with medical orderlies and nurses.  Many patients had been gathered there.  As I was a doctor, I used a microscope to select the cases whose number of white blood corpuscles was serious, and took them back to the hospital.</p><br><p>Memory at Urakami Catholic Church remains most vividly in my mind.  A woman, perhaps early twenties, was there.  Her family had been lost and she herself would not survive so long since bleeding spots had already appeared on her face.  I advised her to be hospitalized.  But she never left there, saying that "I want to die at this place where my family died."</p><br><p>A lot of Christians were living in the vicinity of that hill, and generally speaking, they believed that Jesus Christ would protect them as long as they stayed at this hill.</p><br><p>But she said very clearly, "Both father and mother died here.  I stay here.  I appreciate your good will, but no thank you."</p><br><p>Nobody cried nor complained.  All the inpatients and outpatients were noble at the point of death.  I was much impressed with the belief in God.  I think that the citizens of Nagasaki should be proud of this fact forever.</p></div></body>