The blaze was unceasing.

People searching for relatives and taking them home but on the way found them dying.


Food was being rationed out to the long line.

There a young woman clutching hardtack for her family fell over and died.


Sister's mother- and father-in-law had hundreds of glass fragments piercing their whole bodies.

Their ankles were swollen as thick as thighs.

From our house we put them on a cart and pulled it to their oldest son's home in Kaita walking by the center of the blast.


It rained softly all day that day.

It rained often in Hiroshima after the Bomb.

Midsummer but it seemed cold every day.


In tears she told us.

She said "Mother,forgive me!",as she left her and ran.

Husband left wife,wife left husband,
parent left child,child left parent.

Rescue--it came later.