hiroshima
with the help of naimu of the japanese names...
i managed to get through the essay!
naimu was over last night; here it is!
Prompt: Assume that you were one of the "Hibakusha." Write your own account for your actions and reactions to the bombing for at least a week after the attack.
On the eve of August 6, 1945, I could still remember ever so clearly of what I was doing exactly that gloomy, Autumn morning. It had been very cloudy the past couple weeks. I was outside my home tending to my Bonsai garden and hanging up my still very wet laundry when the sirens started ringing simultaneously. I could peek over my fence to see my old lady neighbor Mrs. Utada Hikaru hastily grabbing all her belongings to hurry down to the safe area. I was tired of all the false alarms, but I saw so many of the neighbors on my street running and grasping their children in one hand and their baggage barely clinging onto their backs. It seemed much more serious this time; next thing you know i heard the bomb strike at about what seemed to be the next street over, but i was later informed that it was in fact about eight miles away. So being the stubborn person that I am, I stayed in my house thinking that if it was serious enough, we would be evacuated by the police authorities.
About ten minutes passed since the blast was heard, I peeked outside my window to see that there was clouds of smoke all over; I ran towards the grabbing the emergency backpack nearest it and rushed outside to be bombarded with the most horrific scenery that I have ever seen; worse than the movies. Burned victims were crawling all over the streets, the injured were sprawled out on the floor. Trying to escape and get over all the damage that came to be in a matter of a few minutes, I ran down the street to see if my best friend, Ayumi Hamasaki had escaped. As I got closer to what use to be her house, I saw what we sought refuge in everyday after-school was in ruins. I could not help, but swell up in tears and think of the worse. Going further down the street I looked across the street to see a familar sighting, what seemed to be the sparkling brooch that I had given Ayumi was in the hands of a young girl that was burned all over. I moved closer and kneeled down to see such a sight. It was Ayumi; I knew that brooch from anywhere. I hovered over her, sobbing. Next thing I knew, the burning Mochi Dessert store behind us collapsed and a piece of the roof fell on top of me. I was wearing my casual Kimono at the time. Luckily, a policeman found me in time and put me into the trucks that had other injured civilians. I could not bear to leave Ayumi there knowing that she lost her life. All I had left of her was the brooch.
The policeman took us back to the safe shelter where the injured were administered as much help as possible on account of there were too many in need. I took off my Kimono and could barely recognize the back of my body and my arms. It looked as if my skin had melted off my bones. I could not bear to think of what could have caused such massive destruction. I later learned that the city of Hiroshima was dropped with an atomic bomb called "Little Boy" which was the gun-type bomb was made with Uranium-235. A few weeks after the attack, I experienced radiation sickness. I was very weak and fell into a heavy fever. I did not know how to react to the bombing of my home. Later do I know, I would be haunted by this experience every night of my life, after that morning. Doctors are trying the best they can to help the many of thousands that were wounded. 140,000 innocent civilians were killed and counting. Many of the injured are still showing up at hospitals experiencing the slow and torturous illnesses that occur later due to the exposure to the blasts of radiation that were released by the bomb. The sight itself sent victims into shock still; the event just keeps playing over and over.
On August 15, just nine days after the bombing of Hiroshima, we find out that Japan had surrendered and the war was finally over. Still, so many innocent lives were taken at the cost of winning the war when obviously, we had no chance to begin with. After the bombing, I could not bear to stay in Hiroshima, I tried my best to leave it all behind and fled to Tokyo, but I will always remember how I escaped death. I moved to Hiroshima to follow my dreams to become a doctor, but after the bombing, I lost all hope until I met this woman who was affected by radiation when I was volunteering at a hospital in Tokyo. She saw how I got over the attack so easily externally, but little did she know, I was deteriorating inside. She told me that I was a hero in her eyes because I was willing to dedicate my time to help the more injured.
From that moment on, I knew I had to stop being so selfish and do something about it, if I wanted to help the citizens. So I later returned to Hiroshima and built a hospital with the help of my parents, whom lived in Osaka at the time of the bombings. Thus, eventually dedicating the rest of my life to help the people.
i managed to get through the essay!
naimu was over last night; here it is!
Prompt: Assume that you were one of the "Hibakusha." Write your own account for your actions and reactions to the bombing for at least a week after the attack.
On the eve of August 6, 1945, I could still remember ever so clearly of what I was doing exactly that gloomy, Autumn morning. It had been very cloudy the past couple weeks. I was outside my home tending to my Bonsai garden and hanging up my still very wet laundry when the sirens started ringing simultaneously. I could peek over my fence to see my old lady neighbor Mrs. Utada Hikaru hastily grabbing all her belongings to hurry down to the safe area. I was tired of all the false alarms, but I saw so many of the neighbors on my street running and grasping their children in one hand and their baggage barely clinging onto their backs. It seemed much more serious this time; next thing you know i heard the bomb strike at about what seemed to be the next street over, but i was later informed that it was in fact about eight miles away. So being the stubborn person that I am, I stayed in my house thinking that if it was serious enough, we would be evacuated by the police authorities.
About ten minutes passed since the blast was heard, I peeked outside my window to see that there was clouds of smoke all over; I ran towards the grabbing the emergency backpack nearest it and rushed outside to be bombarded with the most horrific scenery that I have ever seen; worse than the movies. Burned victims were crawling all over the streets, the injured were sprawled out on the floor. Trying to escape and get over all the damage that came to be in a matter of a few minutes, I ran down the street to see if my best friend, Ayumi Hamasaki had escaped. As I got closer to what use to be her house, I saw what we sought refuge in everyday after-school was in ruins. I could not help, but swell up in tears and think of the worse. Going further down the street I looked across the street to see a familar sighting, what seemed to be the sparkling brooch that I had given Ayumi was in the hands of a young girl that was burned all over. I moved closer and kneeled down to see such a sight. It was Ayumi; I knew that brooch from anywhere. I hovered over her, sobbing. Next thing I knew, the burning Mochi Dessert store behind us collapsed and a piece of the roof fell on top of me. I was wearing my casual Kimono at the time. Luckily, a policeman found me in time and put me into the trucks that had other injured civilians. I could not bear to leave Ayumi there knowing that she lost her life. All I had left of her was the brooch.
The policeman took us back to the safe shelter where the injured were administered as much help as possible on account of there were too many in need. I took off my Kimono and could barely recognize the back of my body and my arms. It looked as if my skin had melted off my bones. I could not bear to think of what could have caused such massive destruction. I later learned that the city of Hiroshima was dropped with an atomic bomb called "Little Boy" which was the gun-type bomb was made with Uranium-235. A few weeks after the attack, I experienced radiation sickness. I was very weak and fell into a heavy fever. I did not know how to react to the bombing of my home. Later do I know, I would be haunted by this experience every night of my life, after that morning. Doctors are trying the best they can to help the many of thousands that were wounded. 140,000 innocent civilians were killed and counting. Many of the injured are still showing up at hospitals experiencing the slow and torturous illnesses that occur later due to the exposure to the blasts of radiation that were released by the bomb. The sight itself sent victims into shock still; the event just keeps playing over and over.
On August 15, just nine days after the bombing of Hiroshima, we find out that Japan had surrendered and the war was finally over. Still, so many innocent lives were taken at the cost of winning the war when obviously, we had no chance to begin with. After the bombing, I could not bear to stay in Hiroshima, I tried my best to leave it all behind and fled to Tokyo, but I will always remember how I escaped death. I moved to Hiroshima to follow my dreams to become a doctor, but after the bombing, I lost all hope until I met this woman who was affected by radiation when I was volunteering at a hospital in Tokyo. She saw how I got over the attack so easily externally, but little did she know, I was deteriorating inside. She told me that I was a hero in her eyes because I was willing to dedicate my time to help the more injured.
From that moment on, I knew I had to stop being so selfish and do something about it, if I wanted to help the citizens. So I later returned to Hiroshima and built a hospital with the help of my parents, whom lived in Osaka at the time of the bombings. Thus, eventually dedicating the rest of my life to help the people.