Fujie Urata speaks . . .
I was pulling up weeds in the rows of millet on the hillside at Koba, at a piace three and a half miles from Urakami; Mount Kawabira stands in between. . . .
Suddenly I heard a loud roar overhead. It sounded as though a plane had just dropped its bombs and was flying away.
Here it comes, I thought.
There was a sudden flash of red light.
Then a flash of blue.
The red was bright enough to stun a person, but the blue! — it was so bright that not even the worst liar could have found the words to describe it.
WE OF NAGASAKI by Takashi Nagai
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In this book by a Japanese doctor nd Christian have been collected the ccounts of eight survivors of the atomic bombing of Nagasaki. Those ho speak, in simple language that has an extraordinary clarity and freshness, are all relatives or neighbors of Dr. Nagai. They lived in the Nagasaki suburb of Urakami, blast snter of the bomb. They range from woman in her late fifties down to a girl of eight. The several narratives, which Nagai has edited so that they give a complete, interlocking picture of the bombing in all its aspects, rival in reportorial vividness the Hersey account of Hiroshima, with an added authenticity that comes only from direct, first-person narration.
The cumulative effect of these eight stories, however, goes beyond a portrayal of incomputable suffering and death. In his final chapter Nagai points this out; he for the first time draws the attention of the world to an aspect of atomic bombing which has been forgotten in the concern over physical effects:
The bomb that struck Nagasaki on August 9, 1945, was Atom Bomb Number Three. The fissures which then appeared throughout the blast center have not yet disappeared, four years after. I am not talking about cracks in the ground. I am talking about the invisible chasms which appeared in the personal relationships of the survivors. These rents in the ties of friendship and love have not closed up with the passage of time; on the contrary, they seem to be getting wider and deeper. They are cracks and fissures in the mutual esteem of fellow citizens ... of all the damage the atom bomb did to Nagasaki, they are by far the cruelest. . . . It is this spiritual wreckage, which the visitor to Nagasaki’s wastes does not see, that is indeed beyond repair.