VOSHN 353

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="331"><tr><td class="etesti">331</td><td class="edate">Late August, 1945.</td><td class="eage">28 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>Some comrades in the Army  who had taken care of us died before us.</td></tr></table><div class="large"><p>One day on my way back to the hospital room from a dispensary of the first aid station, I was able to see a sight for the first time after I had been injured by the bomb.  When I was walking in the corridor, an ugly person was walking toward me  from the distance.  I thought," The ugly person is walking."  But it was myself in the mirror that was framed in the front of the hallway.  I was so stunned that I looked at my face in the mirror.  Is this me?</p><br><p>My goodness!  My eyebrows were burnt off, my face was swollen enormously and my ears were melted and plastered down on my face.  A scab from a wound had been torn off and oil had been smeared there.  The red skin was exposed so that I really couldn't look straight at myself.</p><br><p>During those days some comrades in the Army  who were slightly wounded had taken care of our meals at the first-aid station and had cleaned and tidied up the hospital rooms.  However when the morning came, they couldn't get out of their blankets.  They were dead.  It was because they had been slightly wounded so that they couldn't close their eyes to us and had taken care of us.  As a result, they had passed away before us.</p><br><p>If this had happened to only one person, I would have thought, "He was  special."  But this phenomenon was happening day after day so I was so scared.</p></div></body>