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<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="338"><tr><td class="etesti">338</td><td class="edate">September 3, 1945.</td><td class="eage">14 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>My father vomited a wad of blood like liver.</td></tr></table><table summary="haikei"><tr><td class="bg" background="../../photo/img102.jpg"><div class="large"><p>My uncle met me and we walked at night.  He said, "I own this mountain from here.  If anything happens to your father, don't be afraid."</p><br><p>At this time I didn't know my father was in critical condition.  So I didn't understand, what my uncle said.</p><br><p>When we got to the uncle's house, my father had been sickening for A-bomb illness.  The speckles had appeared on his body and his hair had fallen out.  He couldn't eat anything.  My aunt said to me, "We tried to make him eat, he couldn't.  But if you, his daughter, should try, he might eat."</p><br><p>I tried to make him eat, but just after he swallowed food, he vomited a wad of blood like liver one after another.  I tried to pick it out, but it wouldn't come out.  He was suffering and died at last on September 3.</p></div></td></tr></table></body>