Takeharu Terao 91/08/05 13:23I finally arrived at the college through Takano bridge. All wooden college buildings and dormitories were completely burned down to wreckage. Only the library on the right and the outer frame of the science laboratory buildings at the back were spared. At the side of the front entrance, a burnt corpse of a horse was left releasing intolerable stench.
Realizing nothing was left, I went to the burnt down site of the Hashimotos, my friend whose husband went to war and only the women were left. Since I had helped them by building an underground bomb shelter and put important things into it, I was worrying about them.
I was relieved to find evidence of the buried things dug out, because that was a sign that my friends survived.( Several years ago, I went to Hiroshima but there was no clue to ask whereabouts of Hashimoto's family.)
Then I walked down to Shiragamisha through the avenue of the Street Car to get a sufferer certificate in front of the municipal square. I didn't care at all my miserable feature wrapped in bandages because almost all people were injured and wandered around the streets like zombies in bandages, also. A street car burned down with only a steel frame remaining sat in the center of the street. Electric poles were tilted and burnt wires were swinging inside the window.
I turned left at the crossing of Kamiya block and walked down through the wreckage of Hiroshima Prefectural Industrial Promotion Hall( later called A-bomb dome), the T-shaped bridge of Aioi, Dobashi, and the Fukushima district. I continued walking heading toward the Ibi district.
As far as the eye could reach, all the town was burnt down to ashes, dotted with outer concrete walls of what once were the buildings. Burnt tin plates were making creaky noises in the radioactive window. I passed the debris, wreckage avoiding rug-covered dead bodies.
I finally arrived at Ibi station through the death town where there was no sign of even a single life, filled with the smell of the corpses. I got on a Miyajima street car and went back to the inn. I strolled around the death town for eight days, several hours each day. How silly I was. I really regret my foolish behavior of wandering.
No more. I don't want to witness again such a hell on earth. I don't want to even recollect it. This is the limit of what I can post.
Let me say the last word: It is now the peaceful world. We live in affluent material and freedom of speech. I often feel strange why I am still alive? I may be probably "made alive." I only have the sense of gratitude, no complaint or dissatisfaction. I always appreciate the society. I wish I can give something back to the society.
Photo by US Army
Looking at the hypocenter in the west direction from Hacchobori, the center of the City. The Shoko Chukin Building is shown on this side. The streetcar remains derailed and people are walking along them. The A-bomb Dome appears at the top right.
＠response Kenji Katsuragi 91/08/05 21:16
I would like let my student read your "Story Dear Mr.Terao, Teller."
May I copy your memoir to my university's net?
＠response Akiko Goto 91/08/05 22:06
I don't know why my eyes are filled with tears.
Tomorrow we will have a "Peace Lesson."
It will be a movie showing.
I will not turn away my eyes from it. I will directly gaze at it.
Thank you for your memoir.
＠response Ryoji Matsumura 91/08/05 22:08
Dear Mr.Terao, I deeply appreciate your publishing the memoir.
The message from those who actually experienced have the strongest power to affect our hearts.
I am eager to have young people and our children read your experience.
Your words "No more. I don't like to even recall it. This is the limit I can post" fills me with awe.
I would like to hand down your brave will to many networkers. Dr. Katsuragi and I are in the same opinions.
I am really happy to be involved in PC communication...... I deeply think so, though I don't know why.
＠response Yasuo Shimizu 91/08/05 22:53
Thank you for your precious memoir.
Although my parents seldom talk about their experiences about the life under the war.
They frantically escaped from barrage from ultra-low flying fighter planes.
They also used to talk on food shortage. We must not waste by any means such an important experience.
Although I am one of those who did not experienced the war, I will accept it as a firm, concrete fact.
＠response Izumi Aizu 91/08/06 02:06
Today is the memorial day of Hiroshima A-bomb.
It is now past midnight, so today is the 6th of August.
Mr.Terao's talk using the first person has a strong persuasive.
When I was in high school, I read many books and records on A-bomb.
But I seldom heard directly from a person who actually experienced it.
Thank you for your precious memoir which reflects your sense of modesty and mission.
It is our task to discuss how to read the memoir.
＠response Shuuji Asai 91/08/06 03:06
Mr.Terao's precious memoir.
I couldn't read it after all.
I turned away my eyes from it.
My conflicting heart,
I will, I must read but I don't like to read....
I lost myself.