|311||Mid-August and after, 1945.||28 years old at that time|
|Christians were noble at the point of death.|
Using a truck I went to an air raid shelter with medical orderlies and nurses. Many patients had been gathered there. As I was a doctor, I used a microscope to select the cases whose number of white blood corpuscles was serious, and took them back to the hospital.
Memory at Urakami Catholic Church remains most vividly in my mind. A woman, perhaps early twenties, was there. Her family had been lost and she herself would not survive so long since bleeding spots had already appeared on her face. I advised her to be hospitalized. But she never left there, saying that "I want to die at this place where my family died."
A lot of Christians were living in the vicinity of that hill, and generally speaking, they believed that Jesus Christ would protect them as long as they stayed at this hill.
But she said very clearly, "Both father and mother died here. I stay here. I appreciate your good will, but no thank you."
Nobody cried nor complained. All the inpatients and outpatients were noble at the point of death. I was much impressed with the belief in God. I think that the citizens of Nagasaki should be proud of this fact forever.