VOSHN 363

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="341"><tr><td class="etesti">341</td><td class="edate">September 5<sup>th</sup> at night, 1945.</td><td class="eage">39 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>I finally came to realise that my last day was getting close.</td></tr></table><div class="large"><p>It was the evening of September 5th.  I finally came to realise that my last day was getting close.  I realised that I was becoming half conscious.  I strongly felt that I was falling down to the place where there was unfathomed depth.  I had prepared myself for the final day as I didn't know whether my life would last or not until each following day.</p><br><p>It was midnight and I wanted to express my gratitude to the people who worked in the factory where I had been evacuated to.  So I ordered my wife who was taking care of me, "Call someone."</p><br><p>The head guard of the factory came to me and asked me, "What's wrong with you, teacher?" I said to him, "I'm afraid that I'm going to die very soon.  I'm half conscious today, but I'm not sure whether I will be able to speak or not tomorrow morning.  I'd like to say one thing to everybody at the factory before I die.  Thank you so much for everything you've done for me.  I want to express my gratitude to you all." That was all I wanted to say.</p></div></body>