|309||August 16th and after, 1945.||28 years old at that time|
|Pious and calm struggle against disease.|
As a doctor, I treated patients at a first-aid station in Urakami. Patients who clamored or raged were never seen. Perhaps it was because most of them were from a quarter of Urakami where a lot of Catholic was living.
Every morning and evening, they used to pray devoutly before meal. In their mind, the fact that they suffered the atomic bomb might be an ordeal of God against themselves. Most patients were struggling against disease very piously and very calmly.
When I was making night watch, the ward was so silent that I felt uncanny. Of course, crying and groaning in pain were heard, but those sounds seemed to me that they endured as much as possible but inevitably raised a cry.
Most patients were obedient and followed what doctors and nurses said very faithfully and very quietly.