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eigo13

Being bombed and the later pains（被爆とその後の苦しみ） (265)Akio Enosaki（榎嵜昭夫）On that day, August 6th fifty years ago, in just one moment an atomicbomb turned the city of Hiroshima into a hell on earth and hundreds ofthousands of holy human lives were lost. To me it was just like yesterday.At that time, I was a freshman of the Hiroshima PrefecturalCommercial School in Minami-machi, Hiroshima City. And I was exposed inthe schoolyard (1.7km from the hypocenter) while preparing for buildingevacuation work as a mobilized student.At the very moment the bomb flashed, I felt as though fire jumped intomy body. I didn’t know how long had passed but when I became conscious,I had been blown 5 or 6 meters away and my shirts, trousers, gaiters thatwere wrapped around my legs and even my shoes were lost. A lot ofclassmates were lying on the schoolyard. I had terrible burns on my hands,feet, abdomen and face. Though my flesh and parts of my skin were hanginglike rag cloths, I didn't feel any pain at that time. I was just trying to escapefrom there with all my might.I slipped through the sea of fire hearing voices screaming "Mother.Mother!" and I ran away to Hijiyama. Then a soldier of the Army putsomething like oil on the burnt parts of me and bandaged them. I thoughtthat it was about three in the afternoon. I was on my way, escaping fromHijiyama toward the Fuchu-cho area when I fainted after becomingextremely groggy. Then luckily, my cousin found me and she put me on therescue party’s truck from Fuchu-cho to Yano-cho. I was taken to YanoElementary School.A few hours later, I was taken to my home at Kumano-cho on the rescueparty truck again. Then I lost consciousness for two and a half months. Atown doctor gave up treating me because he didn’t have enough medicine andmy condition was so serious. I was bedridden at home without being treatedproperly. It is said that I repeated delirious utterances in the meantime "Ithurts, I want to go back to Kumano. It hurts, I want to go back to Kumano".I couldn't ingest any food because I had severe diarrhea. I heard mymother had given me "a roasted stew of stinking noxious weed grass" insteadof water, because I only wanted to drink a glass of water. My mother and myelder sister continued nursing me without sleep. They said that they had put