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Tanimoto is a small man, quick to talk, laugh, and cry. B with respect to Hiroshima had made its citizens jittery a rumor was going around that the Americans were saving something special for the city. The frequency of the warnings and the continued abstinence of Mr. Hiroshima had been getting such warnings almost every night for weeks, for at that time the B-29s were using Lake Biwa, northeast of Hiroshima, as a rendezvous point, and no matter what city the Americans planned to hit, the Super-fortresses streamed in over the coast near Hiroshima. He had slept badly the night before, because there had been several air-raid warnings.

He had heard uncomfortably detailed accounts of mass raids on Kure, Iwakuni, Tokuyama, and other nearby towns he was sure HiroshimaвЂ™s turn would come soon. Tanimoto, like all his neighbors and friends, was almost sick with anxiety. B, as the Japanese, with a mixture of respect and unhappy familiarity, called the B-29 and Mr. Of all the important cities of Japan, only two, Kyoto and Hiroshima, had not been visited in strength by B-san, or Mr. He was alone in the parsonage, because for some time his wife had been commuting with their year-old baby to spend nights with a friend in Ushida, a suburb to the north. Tanimoto got up at five oвЂ™clock that morning. And now each knows that in the act of survival he lived a dozen lives and saw more death than he ever thought he would see. Each of them counts many small items of chance or volition-a step taken in time, a decision to go indoors, catching one streetcar instead of the next-that spared him. They still wonder why they lived when so many others died.

A hundred thousand people were killed by the atomic bomb, and these six were among the survivors.

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Kiyoshi Tanimoto, pastor of the Hiroshima Methodist Church, paused at the door of a rich manвЂ™s house in Koi, the cityвЂ™s western suburb, and prepared to unload a handcart full of things he had evacuated from town in fear of the massive B-29 raid which everyone expected Hiroshima to suffer. Terufumi Sasaki, a young member of the surgical staff of the cityвЂ™s large, modern Red Cross Hospital, walked along one of the hospital corridors with a blood specimen for a Wassermann test in his hand and the Reverend Mr. Hatsuyo Nakamura, a tailorвЂ™s widow, stood by the window of her kitchen, watching a neighbor tearing down his house because it lay in the path of an air-raid-defense fire lane Father Wilhelm Kleinsorge, a German priest of the Society of Jesus, reclined in his underwear on a cot on the top floor of his orderвЂ™s three-story mission house, reading a Jesuit magazine, Stimmen der Zeit Dr.

Masakazu Fujii was settling down cross-legged to read the Osaka Asahi on the porch of his private hospital, overhanging one of the seven deltaic rivers which divide Hiroshima Mrs. At exactly fifteen minutes past eight in the morning, on August 6, 1945, Japanese time, at the moment when the atomic bomb flashed above Hiroshima, Miss Toshiko Sasaki, a clerk in the personnel department of the East Asia Tin Works, had just sat down at her place in the plant office and was turning her head to speak to the girl at the next desk.

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