The Road
My parents had been
married in Japan and so decided to live there. I was born in Hiroshima City in 1937 and after two years later World War 2 began and in 1941 the
war against USA and Japan had also started. Wives and mothers were willing to
send their husbands and sons to the battlefields when notices came from the
government ordering them to report for military services.
Children were asked, ‘What
would you like to become when you grow up?’
Boys answered,’ I want to be a soldier.’ Girls answered,’ I want to be a nurse.’
From the time they were very young, they were asked the same question again and again by adults, and their minds were totally controlled.
Boys answered,’ I want to be a soldier.’ Girls answered,’ I want to be a nurse.’
From the time they were very young, they were asked the same question again and again by adults, and their minds were totally controlled.
It was a very hot day on August 6, 1945 . There was an air raid the night before, so everybody
had to stay in their shelters; nobody had a good sleep. That morning my father
stayed home later than usual, and my mother was preparing breakfast. I casually
said to my father that I did not want to go to school on that day. He was a
very strict man, but strangely he gave me permission to cut classes. So I was
inside, reading a magazine with my brother.
Suddenly father yelled from
the yard, ‘I hear the plane!’ My brother and I rushed outside. Father shouted ‘Watch
out! It’s not the sound of a Japanese plane. Go into the shelter!’ My brother
and I jumped into the underground shelter.
As I landed on the ground, I
felt a shock all over my body. At the same time, father jumped in with us. The
three of us were buried under the collapsing house. I could see a tiny piece of
sky form underneath the debris. My brother and I clung on to my father’s waist,
and we crawled out. However because my father was one second too late getting
into the shelter, he was badly wounded on the left side of his body. He tore a
piece from my clothes and wrapped it around his wound, tightly to stop the
bleeding.
All the neighbouring houses
were damaged. There was nothing left standing.
We yelled for my mother. Soon the pile of ruins moved, and she appeared with my baby sister in her arms. Many pieces of glass were stuck all over her body. Her right eyeball was out and drooped around her breast like a lump of blood. My father took off my mothers shawl, and used it to tie my sister on my back. He held onto my mother and we started walking. We walked to the river where I, my brother and my father usually went fishing; during that time we saw nobody. It was dead silent as if we were the only ones left in the world.
We yelled for my mother. Soon the pile of ruins moved, and she appeared with my baby sister in her arms. Many pieces of glass were stuck all over her body. Her right eyeball was out and drooped around her breast like a lump of blood. My father took off my mothers shawl, and used it to tie my sister on my back. He held onto my mother and we started walking. We walked to the river where I, my brother and my father usually went fishing; during that time we saw nobody. It was dead silent as if we were the only ones left in the world.
Because we’d acted quickly,
we were the first one to reach the riverside. Father laid my mother down in the
shade of a bush. After sometime wounded people were all around us people badly
hurt, people with their flesh melting and drooping because of the burns. They
were all crying and yelling. Their faces were so damaged by the heat of the
blast that nobody could recognise anyone. Probably it was only my brother and I
who had no obvious injuries.
With water from the river, my
father washed my sister who was covered with my mothers’ blood. Thank God, she
started breathing again. We thought she had suffocated. Father was wild with
joy. But my mothers’ milk had stopped. When he dipped a piece of cloth into the
water and tried to get my sister suckle it, she just cried in a weak voice.
Something had to be done.
Then I saw a woman who was
squeezing the milk from her own breasts. I pointed her out to my father; he
begged her to give her milk to my sister. She said, ‘My milk belongs to my
child, who just passed away. I shall never give it to strangers.’ Father
kneeled down on the ground and begged her again and again. Dying people around
us also raised their voices saying, ‘Your dead baby will never come back, but
you can save this living baby. Please give your milk to her.’ Finally, the
woman, offered to do just that, and my sister was saved.
We waited and waited but help
did not come. Many died as their wounds got infected and other just died with
starvation. As thee pile of dead bodies increased everyday, we were soon
infested with maggots. They were creeping about not only on dead bodies, but
also in living people’s wounds. There was a bad smell all over the
place.
We could not fill our
stomachs. I tried to eat the cucumbers that grew on the riverside, but vomited
them out before it reached half way down my stomach. After many years, I
learned that those who ate them at that time died because of the radiation
effects on the vegetables. Night fell, the heat was unbearable. I could
not sleep and so kept on watching the blazing flames. In the morning the fire
were under control, bit it was a morning of unearthly quite.
The mountain folds on the
other side of the river showed no damage. There a friend of my father’s live,
so we thought if we could get there, somehow we would be safe. Father went back
to the place where our house had been, and dug through the ruins left by the
fire, finding nothing. On a piece of unburned wood, he wrote, ‘The Parker
family are all alive. I am staying at the house of my colleague.’
My sister was fed by the
woman once more. We did not have anything to thank her with, but she had saved
my sisters live, so we made a promised to her, that we would send help, to her
and the other, once we reached the mountains.
I carried my sister on my
back and took the arm of my brother. Father carried Mother on his back. Under a
burning sun, we started walking through the burnt out area with bare feet. The
bottoms of our feet got burned and our skin stuck to the soil. Our pace was
very slow. We always hoped to hear an emergency siren.
‘Mother seems very ill. I have
to hurry on. Jane, you come later’. Father said to me.
He put Mother into a baby
carriage left on the road and started to run. I felt helpless but kept walking,
trying very hard to protect my sister and brother. I kept telling myself
that we would make it and that my mother was going to be alright. I didn’t even
know what would happen if one of didn’t, I didn’t want to think in those direction.
But I couldn’t help it. The familiar sights were all gone. The burned out area
went as far as my eyes could see. The water pipes were broken everywhere.
Around those places, many dead bodies were piled on top of each other, with
lots of maggots on them. Under the crushed houses there were half burned
bodies. I tried so hard not to step on the bodies, but I did so many times.
Finally we reached the place
where my father’s friend lived. But what I found out there was the most
horrifying news in the time of my life. My parents had not arrived. I was
really shocked, suddenly I felt really scared. I was really anxious about my
parent, they were to be here before us, but now there were missing. I
could not think straight. My father’s friend and I went looking for Father and
mother, but they were nowhere to be seen. My father’s friend searched
everywhere for my parents. He reported to all hospitals and the entire shelter
homes and anywhere we could think that my parent could have gone. But we never
found a trace.
It is now 1995 and still
there is no trace of my parent. After the war my grandparents from America can looking for us, he had seen the message my father
had written on the wood and came looking for us. He was divested when he found
out about my parent and he too searched everywhere for them, but he too didn’t
find any luck.
After a year of searching he
took me my brother and my sister with him to America where I currently live. With the help on the Lord my
brother and sister are having a healthy live so far. They have a job and a
family of there own. But for me it is a different story. I am constantly being
ill and the doctors have told me that it’s coming from the radiation exposure
when I was little. Now I need regular examinations.
This war has been the story
of my life. I kept on hoping for the return of my parent but now there is
absolutely no hope what so ever. But I will never forget the road, the road
where I last saw my parents.