Now, more than half a century has passed since the atomic bombing of Nagasaki. People are apt to forget events that occurred such a long time ago, but for me the atomic bombing is still a vivid memory; it seems like it happened only yesterday. It was on the 9th of August in 1945 and I was on the 2nd floor of the Nagasaki Central Fire Station located about 2.7 kilometers from the center of the atomic bomb explosion. That day I can never forget. It was lucky for me to be in the center of the city because the atomic exploded at the outskirts of the city. Our school was located quite near the hypocenter and about 200 students of 1st and 2nd grade and 20 or more teachers all died. If I had been there in that junior high school, I would have been killed. I feel that I have two birthdays accordingly. One is the day I was born and the other is August 9, 1945. The atomic bomb explosion over Nagasaki killed 74,000 people at once and injured another 75,000. Every year the survivors pass away in large number. So I was always worrying about my health for a long time. The nuclear weapons existing today are thousands of times more powerful than the Nagasaki bomb. Their destructive power exceeds human imagination. If nuclear weapons are used in a war by the USA, Russia, China, or the other nuclear states, the annihilation of all life on Earth is a foregone conclusion. The hands on the clock showed 11:02 a.m. Suddenly the 2nd floor of the building I was in for a rest, was rocked by a big flash of light and impact of the explosion. The window glass was scattered by the blast. Air was full of screaming and crying. Everything was getting dark in the rooms and I could not imagine at all what happened to us. I fell down like a ball from the second floor to the ground. Thought of death crossed on my mind at a moment. After a while, the surroundings came gradually into view. Faces of the people besides the window were blooded. All people were covered black with dust and in a state of utter shock. I noticed some blood coming out from my hand. The following morning I went to the Fire station and started to pull out the food from the warehouse and to help out injured persons, and to burn dead bodies and to gather the information of how many dead bodied burned. I was shocked to see piles of corpses and dozens of groaning injured people who had been unable to get up under the broken buildings. The whole area was strewn with people whose skin was burned and hanging down in shreds like tattered clothing. The ground was strewn the countless numbers of corpses burned black and red and almost naked. Others were puffed up like balloons. An indescribable stench wafted in the air. On the way back, I was shocked to see a burned corps standing with both hands forward. He, or she must have been suffered the direct explosion. The eyeballs were pushed out and hanging down onto its cheeks. I run away from the terrible scene as fast as I could. The dead were gathered out of buildings by our rescue group and placed in every spot for cremation. They were so numerous, however, that a mountain of corpses formed in the field and many of the bodies had become bare skeletons by the time cremation could be carried out. The majority of the atomic bomb victims died instantly like scorched log of wood, or survived for a short time only to die begging for a last drink of water, "Please give some water". But I could not do anything at all. All I could do was only to speak to them with gentle words. Horses and pull carts were used to carry luggage during the war, and so there was also a large number of dead horses lying at the roads sides like balloons. The whole scene was literally Hell on Earth. I am deeply grateful to have remained alive. But now, looking at the new generation, I see so many young people who do not know the misery of war. There is no country more successful, wealthy or peaceful affluent age. They should be aware that their good conditions are based on terrible sufferings.