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Memoirs of a Hiroshima Survivor: A Harrowing Account of Unimaginable Horror

The following text is from the journal of my father, who passed away two years ago.

On August 6, 1945, at the age of 14, during my second year of junior high school, the atomic bomb decimated Hiroshima. I commuted by train from my uncle's house, where I had been relocated due to the "building evacuation" policy, to Toyo Kogyo (now known as Mazda Motor Corporation) in the outskirts of Hiroshima City. During World War II, this policy, implemented in Japan, aimed to prevent fires from air raids by demolishing vacant houses in urban areas.

Our entire class was commanded by the military to assemble at a designated location in Hiratsuka-cho, just 1.5 km away from Ground Zero, which is at the Industrial Promotion Center (Atomic Bomb Dome).

While we were walking there, an air raid alarm sounded, so we took shelter in the underpass of Hiroshima Station. Eventually, the alarm was lifted, and we continued walking towards our destination. Suddenly, a searing, blinding flash of light caused me to fall down, making me feel as though I was being consumed by an inferno. I had no recollection of what happened afterward.

When I regained consciousness, my clothes were burned to tatters, and my face and hands were blistered and swollen, nearly twice their normal size. Panicked people screamed and scattered in all directions. Some had burns as ghastly as mine; others were drenched in blood, with glass shards impaling their skin; and still others had their hair burned off, making it difficult to distinguish between men and women.

Trying to make sense of what had just happened, I started making my way back toward Hiroshima Station, witnessing nightmarish scenes of people trapped under collapsed houses, crying out for help; others shrieked, unable to escape from houses on fire; countless injured individuals, including wailing children, lay scattered along the road. Eventually, I reached the hill behind the station and found a tree to rest under with other injured people who had nowhere else to go.

Around 10 am, the sky darkened, unleashing a torrential downpour of thick, contaminated mud. Later, I learned that the mushroom cloud had sucked up the ground's fine dust, releasing it as radioactive rain. With no shelter available, I was coated in the toxic Black Rain. When the rain stopped, my head and clothes were soaked in the poisonous sludge.

Around noon, we were informed that a new type of bomb had been unleashed, and the city of Hiroshima had been utterly annihilated. In the evening, a compassionate elderly lady who had taken shelter under the same tree as me invited me to her house, 4 km away from our evacuation point. After numerous breaks, I arrived at the old lady's house late in the evening, only to find myself unable to move any further. Along the way, I witnessed mountains of charred corpses, bodies littering shrine pavements, and countless other horrifying sights.

Two days later, the elderly lady told me that we couldn't stay there indefinitely and that she would try to find another place for us to go. She asked for my uncle's address so that she could notify him of my whereabouts, and then she embarked on an astonishing 40 km journey to inform him about my situation. Upon receiving the news, my uncle hastened to fetch me with his cart. However, upon seeing my grotesquely disfigured appearance, he asked, "Are you really Taro?" When I confirmed that I was, he was shocked but still took me back to his home.

Finally, more than three days after the bombing, I was able to return to my uncle's house. If I hadn't met that elderly lady and if I had been left alone, I surely would have perished.

Meanwhile, my mother had been ordered by the neighborhood association (the 'Tonarigumi') to help with building evacuation near the Industrial Promotion Center. My father, who, like me, had also been conscripted to work for Toyo Kogyo, immediately returned to the city center to search for my mother. However, being so close to Ground Zero, the situation was beyond horrifying.

People were so severely burned that their skin swelled up and ballooned, resembling pigs. Their skin peeled back, hanging limply. We had to dampen towels and cover our noses to breathe because of the overwhelming stench of death. Amidst a pile of corpses, where it was impossible to distinguish between genders, the only way my father could identify my mother's body was by checking for the gold teeth in her mouth. My father returned to my uncle's house three days after the bombing and told us that he had spent those days sifting through the heaps of charred bodies, using a stick to pry open each mouth in a futile attempt to find my mother's remains. Yet when he returned and saw me alive there, he burst into tears of joy.

However, our situation soon became difficult. There were no doctors, medicines, or other treatments available. The supplies in my first aid kit consisted only of antiseptic, bandages, iodine tincture, cotton wool, Seirogan, and burn medicine. My burns had been left untreated for three days, which caused the wounds to become infected. I had to drain the pus from the wounds and apply iodine tincture, causing excruciating pain as it reached the exposed nerves. On August 15th, I heard the Gyokuon-broadcast and learned that Japan had been defeated. At that time, we all thought that we were going to die.

A few days later, I went to a nearby primary school, where I had heard that a doctor from another province was coming to treat the injured. The school's auditorium, classrooms, and corridors overflowed with people suffering from gruesome burns and other grave injuries all over their bodies, teeming with maggots. The sweltering summer heat attracted flies that laid eggs in festering wounds. The area reeked with a nauseating stench, making it difficult to breathe properly and causing me to feel queasy. I received some medication and then returned home.

Despite not receiving formal medical treatment, my wounds eventually healed over several years, thanks to the home remedies and natural treatments administered by my father. Specifically, he fed me pumpkin, known for its nutritional benefits, which helped heal my wounds. However, even after my wounds eventually healed, I developed keloids – excessive scars that can occur after a burn injury – that caused my face to look monstrous and made me too embarrassed to go out any longer.

Furthermore, there was a food shortage at that time, and many people died one after another due to malnutrition and illnesses related to the atomic bomb. Although I was fortunate not to suffer from any immediate or acute radiation-related sickness, the post-war years were marked by immense hardships and losses. I lost my mother and lacked access to food, medical supplies, and other resources. Despite facing numerous challenges, I managed to survive those harrowing post-war years.

As I reflect on that fateful day, August 6, 1945, I cannot help but wonder how the world came to possess such weapons of mass destruction. My hope is that we never forget the tragedies of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, and that we strive towards a future where nuclear weapons are never used again.

Lastly, I would like to emphasize that the experiences of my father and countless other victims of the atomic bombings should never be used to justify the use of nuclear weapons or any other form of violence. War and violence bring nothing but suffering and destruction. It is up to all of us to work towards peace and reconciliation, ensuring that such a tragedy never happens again.

P.S.

The U. S.'s continued denial of the inhumanity of nuclear weapons, being the first nation to use them in warfare, is deeply troubling. Their stance, which attempts to justify the nuclear attacks on civilians in Japan, hinders efforts to eliminate nuclear weapons. The inhumanity of nuclear weapons was already recognized before they were used. Those who developed nuclear weapons and authorized their use, such as scientists and politicians, should be held deeply accountable.

“The way to win an atomic war is to make certain it never starts.” Omar N. Bradley

From Japan.

30 -04-23 ko kuchh nahi hoga

Russia bholgaya hai atom bom ginte mai nahi ata

Ok

Kuch bhi kr Le Russia Ukraine se kabhi ye jung nahi jeet sakta

Nice you very nice

Abhi rashiya ke dost chup bethye he or dekh rhe he .Amrica ne to sabko ukren ko bchane k liye lga rkha fhir bhi rus jeet rha he. Rashiya jindabaad

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Cosmic theory, war is inevitable. Earth Population has gone too far

Every action has a equal and opposite reaction,
America is the only country used the atom twice.
Now,,, reactions will defanitly happens .

Russia tut sakta ha last ma

America is main villain of war why amerika want Ukraine border ?

Kuch nehi kor sakega.UKRAINE

Godi media

Russia haath per haath rakh ker khamoosh betha tamasha dekhe ga !