Hiroshima survivor
August 6, 1945, it was a day like any other, I was just a normal kid at school. But then at 8:16 am there was a really loud noise, a few seconds later, there was a bright light. The next thing I know I am on the other side of the room, hearing nothing but a high pitch feedback like noise, with fire and death, the dead bodies of my friends all around me. As far as the eye can see only devastation and desolation of live, it was like if the world had ended in the blink of an eye. After hours of desperately searching for something to give me hope something for which to keep on going, I found life, I found something other than death if found the warm soul of people willing to help, to give even after everything was taken from …show more content…
As you see this hope was the only thing that got us to the end, to the end of hell. But even after the fear of death and desolation ended the pain kept going. There was nothing that could change what had just happened, our families, our friends, all gone, all killed on the hands of a man with no soul, killed by the proof of how evil the humans can be. The thoughts on our minds where making us crazy, the simple thought that everyone you love might be death, or maybe suffering on their last moments trying to hold on the their las catch of breath before their death, the thought that they might be afraid for their lives with no hope and no reason to keep on going, our thoughts were the worst feelings in the world. We might have had survived but we would never be the same, there was a part of us that had been taken from us, that we would never get back. It was like a darkness within our soul, within the very core of our living. Because at the end , we will always know, that our lives are not worth anything, that our faith is for no one to control. That day we learned that death was all within us and we would never be able to change that the truth about our lives, about us being alive after what happened was nothing but the spin
August 6, 1945, it was a day like any other, I was just a normal kid at school. But then at 8:16 am there was a really loud noise, a few seconds later, there was a bright light. The next thing I know I am on the other side of the room, hearing nothing but a high pitch feedback like noise, with fire and death, the dead bodies of my friends all around me. As far as the eye can see only devastation and desolation of live, it was like if the world had ended in the blink of an eye. After hours of desperately searching for something to give me hope something for which to keep on going, I found life, I found something other than death if found the warm soul of people willing to help, to give even after everything was taken from …show more content…
As you see this hope was the only thing that got us to the end, to the end of hell. But even after the fear of death and desolation ended the pain kept going. There was nothing that could change what had just happened, our families, our friends, all gone, all killed on the hands of a man with no soul, killed by the proof of how evil the humans can be. The thoughts on our minds where making us crazy, the simple thought that everyone you love might be death, or maybe suffering on their last moments trying to hold on the their las catch of breath before their death, the thought that they might be afraid for their lives with no hope and no reason to keep on going, our thoughts were the worst feelings in the world. We might have had survived but we would never be the same, there was a part of us that had been taken from us, that we would never get back. It was like a darkness within our soul, within the very core of our living. Because at the end , we will always know, that our lives are not worth anything, that our faith is for no one to control. That day we learned that death was all within us and we would never be able to change that the truth about our lives, about us being alive after what happened was nothing but the spin