“原子爆弾死没者を心から追悼するとともに、その惨禍を語り継ぎ、広く内外へ伝え、歴史に学んで、核兵器のない平和な世界を築くことを誓います。”国立広島原爆死没者追悼平和祈念館 2002年8月、オープン。

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2005.04.01 ~ 2006.03.31
The special exhibition "Memories That Must Not Be Lost -Memoirs Tell the Reality of the A-Bomb Disasters-"

Flier of the special exhibition
Term
April 1 (Fri.), 2005 through March 31 (Fri.), 2006

Exhibition room
The temporary exhibition room on the 1st basement

Exhibition contents
The remembrance of the day written down in memoirs.
Experiences only told by the victims show the truth of the atomic bombing and their sentiments with deep feeling.
Pain, grief of losing family, haunting fears about the after-effects.
The victims retrace themselves in the past and write memoirs with their own words.
They clearly tell what the atomic bomb brought on humans.

From the memoir (extract)
- During his relief activities, Suzuki found a two or three year old girl. At first, he walked around with her in whatever direction she pointed, but they were unable to find her mother. He was supposed to stay with his unit, so he could not be involved with that girl indefinitely, but he couldn't just put her down and leave her alone. So, with permission from his commanding officer, he found a rope and tied the girl onto his back and continued with his work. He put a towel over the girl's head to protect her from the sun, and he continued to look for the girl's mother while keeping up with his work assignments. However, he failed to find her. I left from Hiroshima Station with some other offices and never knew if that girl was reunited with her mother. Before long, it was Ausust 15 and the war over. Our unit was dismissed and we dispersed to all corners of the country. At a "war reunion" thrity years later. Suddenly, the talk turned to that girl.
written by Saburou Maeda

-The sun was blazing from early morning; it was going to be a hot, hot day. I was a mobilized student working for the Yoshiura Navy Arsenal in Hiro. I was on a truck returning to the Yoshiura factory after picking up some rationed supplies by chance on that day. There was a flash of light, followed by an enormous booming roar, as if the earth was cracking in half. Then, I saw that mushroom cloud climbing into the sky. When my parents got home, my sister was already there. There were so happy that they danced with joy. But her body grew blacker day by day. Her stomach ached. Her hair fell out. Her throat hurt. Her nose kept bleeding. I think the blood in her whole body was rotting. At the end, she vomited blood. She was in such pain she begged us to kill her, rolling in agony, but we could do nothing to help her. All we could do was hover anxiously. It was truly hell. Two friends from Sanwa Bank came from Kusatsu. They came joyfully because they had heard that Kishi-san(my sister)was OK. They had come a long ways.
written by Yasuko Tange


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