VOSHN 334

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="312"><tr><td class="etesti">312</td><td class="edate">In the mid-August or later, 1945.</td><td class="eage">14 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>I imagined myself to be burned.</td></tr></table><div class="large"><p>The wound festered more and more.  The blood pus was gushed out not only from the skin but also from the inside of the body.  I could not move the head, could not move the hands, and the legs were burned.  Lying on my back and laying the hands on my breast, I could not turn over nor move the face.  I must keep lying down while bending legs at the knees.</p><br><p>My father and sister used to change a bandage for me three or four times a day.  They must endure a very bad smell, and I must endure the pain of peeling the bandage.</p><br><p>This pain lasted for a long time so that I could not sleep at night.  When changing the bandage, father encouraged me, "You are a man! You must bear!"</p><br><p>At the shore of the river, dead bodies were burned every day.  Smoke was rising from there.  I imagined myself to be burned in near future.  However, the pain of the wound was severer than its fear.</p></div></body>