An account on Hiroshima

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My name is Tomataki Amuro. Fortunately, I'm one of the few survivors after the most terrible weapon, the Atomic Bomb, had dropped on the city of Hiroshima. It was a horrible piece of memory. I wish I have not been born at that time. It was a nightmare for the people in Hiroshima. The Bomb affected the whole generation of people. It even affected our next generation. Thousands of babies were born handicapped or died after a few months after their births. Because their mothers absorbed too much radiation during their pregnancies. Where were those radiation came from? They came from the Atomic Bomb. I found out in my later studies that the A- Bomb was a bomb full of Uranium- 235 atoms. When the reaction begin, a Uranium- 235 atom is hit by a neutron and the Uranium - 235 splits and it gives out many neutron and these neutron will bombard other Uranium-235 atoms and a chain reaction occur. While the Uranium-235 atoms are splitting, huge amount of energy are released, and these energy are as powerful as 20 thousands tonnes of TNT. That was why this one Atomic Bomb could destroy the whole city of Hiroshima. It wiped out the entire city and killed about 80,000 people immediately and much more people were died in later ye

Suddenly, a strong flash of light startled me, and then another. I cold not see anything. When I was able to open my eyes, all the houses and creatures were blew down into pieces. I looked up to the sky, a streamer of smoke, perhaps fifty yards high, rising from the centre of Hiroshima, about 2 miles distant. At the top of the column of smoke was a ball of fire which seemed to me to be about the size of a large oil tank. I was convinced at once that something unusual must had occurred. Here and there reinforced concrete buildings remained upright, but their interiors were smashed and gutted. Then surprisingly that I discovered I was completely naked. All of my body were cuts and blood. A large splinter was protruding from a mangled wound in my thigh. And something war trickled into my mouth. My cheek was torn. I found out that as I felt it gingerly, with the lower lip laid wide open.

I was heading to the Misasa River. Many of the survivors were walking towards the river as well. I was too thirsty and it was the same direction to go to my house. I was so worrying about my Mum, sister and brother. Along the way to the river. I could smell the smell of burning wood everywhere. And I could smell something strange which I've never smelled before. All the buildings and houses were blew down. Everything was completely destroyed, broken pieces were all over the places, dead bodies were lying around, the wounded were sitting along the road without help. The city was so quiet, it has never been happened before. People were crying and dying. Why was that? What had happened? The beauty of the city was wiped out by this explosion. There was nothing left. It seemed to me that I was walking along the road to hell! Then I heard a woman's voice said, "Help me, please!". So I ran towards her with other people immediately. She was covered with a huge concrete block. But we couldn't move the block off her no matter how we tried. We left her at last by saying "Forgive us!". I prayed for her and then also left. I felt so sorry for her that I could not help her.

I discovered that the patterns of my Kimono were burnt into my skin. The skin on my back was completely burnt and peeled off and was hanging from my hips. Then I looked for my Dad. He as lying on the ground. His clothes were tattered and his skin was badly burnt, skin was hanging from his body. I could see his bones in his leg. I used all my strength to bring him up. Then I saw my Dad's face. His eyes 'were bloodshot. The blood was oozing down from the corners of the eyes along both sides of his nose. Then I took my mirror out from my bag and saw I had two small cuts on my eyebrow. My father remained unconscious. So I carried him on my back.

I was fourteen years old in 1945. I was a student. I was studying in a high school named Mesahiki High School in Hiroshima, which was only a few streets away from my house. The only thing that I could remember about school is, I love Chemistry. I have a sister, Namie Amuro, and a younger brother, Samaska. We were study in the same school. My father was a Manager of a factory. The factory was a public sector, they produced the war equipment for the army. My mother was a school teacher, she worked in the same school as I used to go, she taught Japanese. My father was against the war, quite a few times he tried to resign his job, but it got rejected by the owner of the factory. Because my father was very experienced and there was no other suitable worker could replace his place. So he stayed in there but my Mum just

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Approximate Pages = 10 (250 words per page double spaced)

Category: History