~American Soldier Aunt Saw in Hiroshima1/3~ "75 Years A-Bomb"Dr.Soko DAY13/50

I am Sorry Mr.Soldier.

Nobuko was following the tram tracks, avoiding rubble and fallen people. The intersection of Hatchobori tram-station began to be seen.

There were guys shouting at the street corner. One of the men whose underwear tattered swung down a stick. 

Nobuko didn't want to get near, but she had to pass through that place on the tram street.

He was shouting.

"Get back my family!"

Other guys also swung a stick with a hook, which is used to line up  boats.  "Get back my little sister!"
There was a human body at the end of the stick. There was a foreigner's face there. The body was tied around with wire, and he had already  passed away.

He looked young.

" American soldier...''
Nobuko immediately noticed so. 

Rumor has it that American military prisoners are being held at the Chugoku Military Police Command.

There was someone who was taking photos, a little  distance away. Nobuko thought he would be a newspaper photographer. He just kept taking pictures of men and American soldiers without saying anything. Nobuko felt sorry for the disrespect of taking photos to the man dead.

Nobuko looked at the body of an American soldier. There are scratches on his body, maybe made with a stick with a hook. 
She saw blood on the soldier's cloth.

"No, I don't like this."
Nobuko's words suddenly squirted out of her throat.

"Stop it! Stop it! It's dead! Stop hitting! "

"Hey! A same human! You know! It's human! He's a human! You're a human,right? "
Nobuko shouted desperately. 

She started to run from there. 

She ran, ran and screamed many times. Although the voice gradually faded into silence, she still shouted in her heart.

She could not permit herself that she could do nothing. She was same as the guys hitting. 

People who saw her said,

"Poor girl, she got insane.."