Our train was attacked near Hengdaohezi. I still remember that explosion vividly because it happened right in front of my eyes. It was such a mess in the train, and I have no words that can even describe how it was. There were a mother and child who were trying to escape from the small space where the cars were coupled. We were all desperate in the middle of the blast, with our hair and clothing all torn apart. For an instant, we looked at each other, but there was no way to find out what happened to them afterwards.
Around August 14th, 1945