So, when better to discuss screaming then here and now. Consequently, I think it was a good thing that I became a teacher and in this way to somehow pay back society for what had happened.The season of terror is upon us, and by that, of course, I mean…a new election cycle. by teaching my students to be kind and consider it whenever I had the opportunity to do so. During the period immediately after the bombing, because of my injuries, people had to look after me and it was through their care that I was able to get better. The situation in Japan those days quite pitiful. I didn't know if I could be useful to society or not, but I wanted to do something constructive and so I decided to become a teacher. But I was also worried, I was worried about what would happen next. I was happy, I was really happy that the war had ended. Then, on the evening of August 15, we heard that the war was over. The bomb fell on the the sixth and we remained here until about 3 o'clock in the afternoon of the tenth. We didn't know just where those voices came from, but it became quiet by midnight. Help us!" The voices, they weren't from nearby but from a far away. We could hear voices calling "Help!" or "It's, it's so hot. Later on in the evening when we were sitting around without having much to do, most of the people had already fled and the city was still burning. Actually, though, it made very little difference and the fire raged on. It was about ten o'clock and I thought where it lasted, the the rain would extinguish the fire. I suppose that's what's known as the black rain. Then, after some time, it started to rain heavily like the sudden storm. Really, there was nothing much that we could do. Though we could hear their voices from inside, we were too weak to lift up a big house with its tiled roof because of our injuries. But most of the people who actually escaped managed to get up by themselves. We wanted to rescue the people who were trapped inside. It must have been a little after nine when the fire got bigger, in the beginning it hadn't been so bad, but later after the fire started. You could hardly recognize me, my lips and my face were all popped up like this and my eyes, I had to force my eyes open with my fingers in order to see. After a while, perhaps an hour or so later, I realized that my face had become swollen. Besides, running away seemed like a cowardly thing to do and that's why I stayed put and persevered. I thought that surely something could be done since the entire army couldn't have all been wiped out completely. My institution told me that the bridges in the city would all be destroyed in an attack of this magnitude and that therefore would be impossible to get away. At that time, I was a cadet in active service. The light appeared to be in many different colors, red and yellow, purple and also white. And just then, the sun ray broke through the clouds. Some of them were on fire, and some of them were just rolling around on the ground. I threw away my shirt and I sat down cross-legged, and glanced in front of me. A little while later, I noticed that the side of my body was very hot. Thinking again, I held my breath for a few seconds. I took a deep breath and then mud and sand was sucked into my mouth. I was completely numb from my knees down to my feet and from my elbows to my shoulders. I also tried to move my feet, but I couldn't tell whether they were still connected to my body. While trying to withstand the terrible heat, I moved my hand,but there was no feeling in it. It was terribly hot, much worse than the pain which one must endure when an incision is made during surgery. To say the least, it was like being roasted alive many times over. When the blow came, I closed my eyes but I could still feel the extreme heat. The force and my fall all took place at the same time, all in one moment. And that was when I was jolted and knocked down by an immense force. By reflex, I crouched or rather, I felt down. Putting it out of mind, I turned back when there was an intense flash like the magnesium light used for photographing. SAKAI: Around the time of the bombing I heard a voice shout, "A parachute is coming down." I was coming out of the passageway from the lavatory and looked for the parachute, but could not find it. Sakai had arrived in Hiroshima from his regiment in Yamaguchi. He did not lose consciousness and remembers his military uniform catching fire. Takehiko Sakai, 21 years old at that time, was at the west drill ground when the atomic bomb was dropped.
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