We must never let this happen anywhere again!

There are lessons to be learned in history, and this may be the most important one.

All that day my mother carried me through the destroyed and burning city, stepping over or around the dead and dying as she made her way to the outskirts of Hiroshima, where she hoped medical help could be found. As I was being carried I saw many charred bodies lying in the streets, including several mothers who had instinctively tried to shelter their children with their bodies but had died, leaving their children still alive, many with terrible burns. In the evening we found an emergency dressing station set up at a still-smouldering elementary school. My mother had carried me more than six miles.