This passage is a personal account of a victim of the atomic bomb blast at Hiroshima which brought the second World War to and end. It serves to remind us of the horrors of wars.
Mr.Tanimoto, (fearful for his family and church, at first r an towards them by the shortest route, along Koi Highway. He was the only person making his way into the city; he met hundreds and hundreds who were fleeing, and every one of them seemed to be hurt in some way. The eyebrows of some were burned off and skin hung from their faces and hands. Others, because of pain, held their arms up as if carrying something in both hands. Some were vomiting as they walked. Manywerenaked or in shreds of clothing. Many, although injured theemselves, supported relatives who were worse off. Almost all had their heads bowed, looked straight ahead, were silenf,and show no expression whatever.
After crossing Koi Bridge and Kanuon Bridge, haveing run the whole way, Mr.Tanimoto saw, as he approached the centre, that all the houses had been crushed and many were afire. Here the trees were bare and their trunks were charred. He tried at several points to go through the ruins, but the flames always stopped him. Under many houses people scremed for help, but on one helped