From:
[email protected] (Gary S. Trujillo)
Newsgroups: alt.activism,soc.culture.japan
Subject: Hiroshima Survivors' Accounts (5 of 16) [was Re: Universal Peace Day]
Date: 4 Aug 90 20:59:56 GMT
Organization: gst's 3B1 - Somerville, Massachusetts
90/07/30 10:39:26 SYSOP HIROSHIMA_WITNESS_No.2-1
Mr. Akira Onogi was 16 years old when the bomb was dropped.
He was at home 1.2 km away from center of explosion. The house
was under the shade of the warehouse, which protected him from
the first blast. All five members of the Onogi family
miraculously survived in immediate fire at their house.
MR. ONOGI : I was in the second year of junior high school and
was mobilized work with my classmates at the Eba Plant,
Mitsubishi shipbuilding. On the day when A-bomb was dropped, I
happened to be taking the day off and I was staying at home. I
was reading lying on the floor with a friend of mine. Under the
eaves I saw blue flash of light just like a spark made by a train
or some short circuit. Next, a stemlike blast came.
INTERVIEWER : From which direction?
ANSWER : Well, I'm not sure, anyway, when the blast came, my
friend and I were blown into another room. I was unconscious for
a while, and when I came to, I found myself in the dark.
Thinking my house was directly hit by a bomb, I removed red soil
and roof tiles covering me by hand and for the first time I saw
the sky. I managed to go out to open space and I looked around
wondering what my family were doing. I found that all the houses
around there had collapsed for as far as I could see.
INTERVIEWER : All the houses?
ANSWER : Yes, well, I couldn't see anyone around me but I heard
somebody shouting "Help! Help!" from somewhere. The cries were
actually from underground as I was walking on. Since no choose
were available, I'd just dug out red soil and roof tiles by hand
to help my family; my mother, my three sisters and a child of one
of my sisters. Then, I looked next door and I saw the father of
neighboring family standing almost naked. His skin was peeling
off all over his body and was hanging from finger tips. I talked
to him but he was too exhausted to give me a reply. He was
looking for his family desperately. The person in this picture
was a neighbor of us. I think the family's name was the
Matsumotos. When we were escaping from the edge of the bridge,
we found this small girl crying and she asked us to help her
mother. Just beside the girl, her mother was trapped by a fallen
beam on top of the lower half of her body. Together with
neighbors, we tried hard to remove the beam, but it was
impossible without any tools. Finally a fire broke out
endangering us. So we had no choice but to leave her. She was
conscious and we deeply bowed to her with clasped hands to
apologize to her and then we left. About one hour later, it
started raining heavily. There were large drops of black rain.
I was wearing a short sleeve shirt and shorts and it was
freezing. Everybody was shivering. We warmed ourselves up
around the burning fire in the middle of the summer.
INTERVIEWER : You mean the fire did not distinguish by the rain?
ANSWER : That's right. The fire didn't subside it at all. What
impressed my very strongly was a 5 or 6 year-old-boy with his
right leg cut at the thigh. He was hopping on his left foot to
cross over the bridge. I can still record this scene very
clearly. The water of the river we looking at now is very clean
and clear, but on the day of bombing, all the houses along this
river were blown by the blast with their pillars, beams and
pieces of furniture blown into the river or hanging off the
bridges. The river was also filled with dead people blown by the
blast and with survivors who came here to seek water. Anyway I
could not see the surface of the water at all. Many injured
people with peeled skin were crying out for help. Obviously they
were looking at us and we could hardly turn our eyes toward the
river.
INTERVIEWER : Wasn't it possible to help them?
ANSWER : No, there were too many people. We took care of the
people around us by using the clothes of dead people as bandages,
especially for those who were terribly wounded. By that time we
somehow became insensible all those awful things. After a while,
the fire reached the river bank and we decided to leave the
river. We crossed over this railway bridge and escaped in the
direction along the railway. The houses on both sides of the
railroad were burning and railway was the hollow in the fire. I
thought I was going to die here. It was such an awful
experience. You know for about 10 years after bombing I always
felt paralyzed we never saw the sparks made by trains or
lightning. Also even at home, I could not sit beside the windows
because I had seen so many people badly wounded by pieces of
glass. So I always sat with the wall behind me for about 10
years. It was some sort of instinct to self-preservation.
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Gary S. Trujillo
[email protected]
Somerville, Massachusetts {wjh12,spdcc,ima,cdp}!gnosys!gst