Dimensions: 8 x 5

Once my uncles was hurt when the airplanes shot him. My aunt helped him to apply medicine but both of them feared that his life would go no further, and they thought about this with great desolation. Thoughts of this future led to the shedding of tears. And they were very much afraid of the airplanes. There were planes and it was impossible to stay there. They had a ricefield but they couldn't work it on account of his being hit and injured, so thereafter these two were always afraid of being hit by the planes and dying. In those days no one could stay in the houses, there were only these two people. If any one came out they would die, by the *bombi.