From the Desk of Kenjiro Yokoro, MD
Japanese Physicians for the
Prevention of Nuclear War
Hiroshima, Japan
August 1, 2002
Dear Friend,
The summer of 1945 is seared in my memory.
I was a young medical student then. On August 9, just three days after the atomic bomb was dropped on Hiroshima, I was dispatched there to help the victims for the next four weeks. Never have I felt so helpless.
I was stunned by the devastation I saw. Nothing in my medical training had prepared me for the horrifying effects of the combination of blast, heat, and radiation. Nor could I comprehend human suffering on such a massive scale. Seventy-five thousand people were killed instantaneously. Those who survived the immediate blast wandered the city aimlessly, their bodies burned, their skin melted and hanging down in strips.
Japanese Physicians for the
Prevention of Nuclear War
Hiroshima, Japan
August 1, 2002
Dear Friend,
The summer of 1945 is seared in my memory.
I was a young medical student then. On August 9, just three days after the atomic bomb was dropped on Hiroshima, I was dispatched there to help the victims for the next four weeks. Never have I felt so helpless.
I was stunned by the devastation I saw. Nothing in my medical training had prepared me for the horrifying effects of the combination of blast, heat, and radiation. Nor could I comprehend human suffering on such a massive scale. Seventy-five thousand people were killed instantaneously. Those who survived the immediate blast wandered the city aimlessly, their bodies burned, their skin melted and hanging down in strips.