澄み切った、青空の広がる朝。空襲警報も解除され、
母と幼い妹と３人、いつもの朝だった。
通っていた国民学校は軍の施設となり、「馬土手」と呼ばれる馬の待機所そばにある、
木立の下で勉強していた。学校は１日おきで、この日は休校日だった。
電車や飛行機が大好きな、遊び盛りの８歳。この日も飛行機の音を聞きつけ、
思わず外に飛び出して行った。
「わぁ、Ｂ２９だ！」そう思ったその時、白い何かが落とされた。
何かはわからなかったが、確かに何かが落とされたのだ。母に急いでそれを伝えると
「早く戻ってきなさい！」という怒声が聞こえ、慌てて家の中に戻った。

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.