It was a morning with a cloudless and clear blue sky. The air-raid alarm on that morning was silenced. My mom, younger sister and I were going about our usual activities that morning.
My school had been turned into a military facility during the war and we studied every other day in an open-air class under the trees next to an umadote (a horse corral). That day we had no school.
Though it was wartime, I was a boy of a playful age who liked trains and airplanes. I thought I heard an air-plane flying, I scurried out of the house excitedly. “Wow! That’s a B29!” Then I saw something white dropped from the airplane. It was too far away to recognize what it was, but I was sure something had been dropped. I told my mom about what I saw immediately. Mom shouted, “Come back and get into the house!” I hurried back into the house.