|177||August 9th, 1945. About one hour after the explosion||17 years old at that time|
|I vomited even gastric juices.|
We managed to climb along the shelf of the collapsed rocks to the top of the mountain. There was an anti-aircraft artillery. Soldiers were there but they also got burned and their faces were charred. I asked them for ointments for wounds. They replied,
"There are neither applications nor water for people. We can't go to refill any of them, since we are wounded just like you."
From the mountain top, we saw that drums of oil in the factories in the world below us soared up and, "boom!" exploded in the air. Towns caught fire every time the drums fell down to the ground. The city soon became the sea of flame.
Heat of the fire down there was reaching up the mountain. It felt hot on my face even I was on top of the mountain. It was really hot. Soon I felt intensely like throwing up. Because my stomach was empty, I vomited out nothing but bitter gastric juices. I could merely bear with the intolerable pain.