What Happens if a Nuke Hits Near You?
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Date: 2023-11-26
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Memoirs of a Hiroshima Survivor: A Harrowing Account of Unimaginable Horror-
The following text is from the journal of my father, who passed away two years ago. -
On the 6th of August, 1945, when I was merely 14 years old, in my second year of junior high, the atomic bomb reduced Hiroshima to a ghost of its former self. I had been sent to live with my uncle and had to commute by train to Toyo Kogyo (now Mazda Motor Corporation, on the fringes of Hiroshima City. This came to pass due to the -building evacuation- policy during the Second World War, a drastic measure that sought to bulldoze vacant houses in city zones to prevent the uncontrollable spread of fires from relentless air raids. -
Under the stringent directives of the military, my entire class gathered at a predetermined spot in Hiratsuka-cho. It was a dreadful stone's throw away, a bare 1. 5 km, from Ground Zero, the Industrial Promotion Center (Atomic Bomb Dome. -
An air raid siren wailed as we trekked towards our destination, forcing us to take refuge under the cold, concrete underpass of Hiroshima Station. As the alarm subsided, we hesitantly emerged and resumed our journey. Then, without warning, an explosive flash of tormenting light knocked me off my feet, and an unbearable heat devoured me as if I was an offering to an infernal deity. Darkness ensued, and my memory faltered. -
Awakening to a world forever changed, I found my clothes reduced to cinders, my face and hands grotesquely swollen to twice their size, blisters festering on the raw skin. -
Chaos reigned. People, consumed by terror, were screaming, running aimlessly in a grotesque dance of survival. Many bore horrific burns mirroring my own; others were soaked in their own blood, glass shards lodged mercilessly in their flesh; countless had lost their hair in the firestorm, rendering their identities ambiguous. -
As the magnitude of the catastrophic event began to seep into my mind, I stumbled towards Hiroshima Station, encountering the grim tableau of a living nightmare. People were trapped under piles of debris, crying out in desperation; others were engulfed in roaring fires, their cries piercing the smoky air; injured souls, including wailing children, lay haphazardly along the path. I reached a hill behind the station and sought refuge under a tree, joining a huddle of other injured survivors with no place left to run. -
As morning transitioned to midday, the sky darkened, and a deluge of thick, poisonous mud began to rain down. Later, I would learn that the mushroom cloud had drawn up the earth's dust, spewing it back as radioactive rain. With no shelter in sight, I was covered head to toe in the toxic sludge now known as Black Rain. -
Around noon, we received word of the unthinkable - a new type of bomb had been unleashed, and Hiroshima was obliterated from existence. As nightfall descended, a kindly old lady who had shared my tree refuge invited me to her home, a gruelling 4 km away. Eventually, after multiple pauses, I arrived at her dwelling. The journey had revealed an unspeakable vista of charred corpses and bodies strewn about like discarded toys. -
Two days later, the elderly woman set out on an extraordinary 40 km quest to find my uncle, armed with the address I provided. Upon hearing of my plight, my uncle hurried to retrieve me with his cart. Yet, when he arrived, my grotesque disfigurement prompted him to ask, -Are you really Taro? - I confirmed my identity, and despite his shock, he welcomed me home. -
It was over three days post-bombing when I reached the safety of my uncle's house. Had I not been found by that elderly woman, I would have undoubtedly met a grim fate. -
While I was undergoing my ordeal, my mother had been tasked by the neighborhood association (the 'Tonarigumi') with assisting in the building evacuation near the Industrial Promotion Center. My father, who had been conscripted to work at Toyo Kogyo like myself, made haste to the city center to find her. But the landscape was a horrifying sight beyond comprehension. -
People were horrifically burnt, their skin swelling grotesquely, resembling hideous caricatures of human beings. Their seared flesh hung off them in grotesque drapes. The stench of death was so potent that we had to dampen towels and cover our noses just to breathe. Amidst a grotesque mound of unrecognizable corpses, the only way my father could identify my mother was by her distinctive gold teeth. He came back to my uncle's house three days post-bombing and shared the harrowing tale of his gruesome search, prying open each charred mouth in a futile attempt to find my mother. Yet, when he saw me alive and breathing, tears of joy broke through his grief. -
In the days that followed, we faced a dire predicament. Medical help was a distant dream; there were no doctors, medicines, or treatments to be found. My rudimentary first aid kit was woefully inadequate, housing only antiseptic, bandages, iodine tincture, cotton wool, Seirogan, and burn medicine. My burns had been left untreated for three days, festering and infected. Applying iodine to them felt like a searing poker was being driven into my wounds, agony radiating from the exposed nerves. By August 15th, Japan had surrendered, and we were left in the ruins of our lives, contemplating our inevitable demise. -
A glimmer of hope emerged when I heard about a doctor from another province visiting a nearby primary school. The scene that greeted me was of decay and suffering. The auditorium, classrooms, and corridors were a sea of broken bodies, their wounds infested with writhing maggots. The putrid stench of rot was suffocating, making my stomach churn. After receiving some medication, I returned home. -
Miraculously, my wounds began to heal over the years, thanks to my father's improvised treatments, one of which included a diet of nutrient-rich pumpkin. Yet, the physical scars of that day persisted. I developed keloids, thickened, raised scars that served as a constant reminder of my ordeal, making me reluctant to face the world. -
In the wake of the atomic bomb, a dire shortage of food loomed large, and people fell like dominos, succumbing to malnutrition and radiation-induced illnesses. I was fortunate not to suffer from any immediate or acute radiation-related sickness, but the post-war years were marked by a stark lack of resources and unending hardship. I was motherless, with minimal access to food and medical supplies. Despite the insurmountable challenges, I somehow clung onto life during those harrowing years. -
Reflecting on that fateful day, August 6, 1945, I am overwhelmed by a profound sense of dread at the existence of such devastating weapons. My earnest hope is that the world never forgets the horrors of Hiroshima and Nagasaki and strives towards a future where nuclear weapons remain dormant, forever unused. -
-The way to win an atomic war is to make certain it never starts. - - Omar N. Bradley-
From Japan.
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Memoirs of a Hiroshima Survivor: A Harrowing Account of Unimaginable Horror-
The following text is from the journal of my father, who passed away two years ago. -
On the 6th of August, 1945, when I was merely 14 years old, in my second year of junior high, the atomic bomb reduced Hiroshima to a ghost of its former self. I had been sent to live with my uncle and had to commute by train to Toyo Kogyo (now Mazda Motor Corporation, on the fringes of Hiroshima City. This came to pass due to the -building evacuation- policy during the Second World War, a drastic measure that sought to bulldoze vacant houses in city zones to prevent the uncontrollable spread of fires from relentless air raids. -
Under the stringent directives of the military, my entire class gathered at a predetermined spot in Hiratsuka-cho. It was a dreadful stone's throw away, a bare 1. 5 km, from Ground Zero, the Industrial Promotion Center (Atomic Bomb Dome. -
An air raid siren wailed as we trekked towards our destination, forcing us to take refuge under the cold, concrete underpass of Hiroshima Station. As the alarm subsided, we hesitantly emerged and resumed our journey. Then, without warning, an explosive flash of tormenting light knocked me off my feet, and an unbearable heat devoured me as if I was an offering to an infernal deity. Darkness ensued, and my memory faltered. -
Awakening to a world forever changed, I found my clothes reduced to cinders, my face and hands grotesquely swollen to twice their size, blisters festering on the raw skin. -
Chaos reigned. People, consumed by terror, were screaming, running aimlessly in a grotesque dance of survival. Many bore horrific burns mirroring my own; others were soaked in their own blood, glass shards lodged mercilessly in their flesh; countless had lost their hair in the firestorm, rendering their identities ambiguous. -
As the magnitude of the catastrophic event began to seep into my mind, I stumbled towards Hiroshima Station, encountering the grim tableau of a living nightmare. People were trapped under piles of debris, crying out in desperation; others were engulfed in roaring fires, their cries piercing the smoky air; injured souls, including wailing children, lay haphazardly along the path. I reached a hill behind the station and sought refuge under a tree, joining a huddle of other injured survivors with no place left to run. -
As morning transitioned to midday, the sky darkened, and a deluge of thick, poisonous mud began to rain down. Later, I would learn that the mushroom cloud had drawn up the earth's dust, spewing it back as radioactive rain. With no shelter in sight, I was covered head to toe in the toxic sludge now known as Black Rain. -
Around noon, we received word of the unthinkable - a new type of bomb had been unleashed, and Hiroshima was obliterated from existence. As nightfall descended, a kindly old lady who had shared my tree refuge invited me to her home, a gruelling 4 km away. Eventually, after multiple pauses, I arrived at her dwelling. The journey had revealed an unspeakable vista of charred corpses and bodies strewn about like discarded toys. -
Two days later, the elderly woman set out on an extraordinary 40 km quest to find my uncle, armed with the address I provided. Upon hearing of my plight, my uncle hurried to retrieve me with his cart. Yet, when he arrived, my grotesque disfigurement prompted him to ask, -Are you really Taro? - I confirmed my identity, and despite his shock, he welcomed me home. -
It was over three days post-bombing when I reached the safety of my uncle's house. Had I not been found by that elderly woman, I would have undoubtedly met a grim fate. -
While I was undergoing my ordeal, my mother had been tasked by the neighborhood association (the 'Tonarigumi') with assisting in the building evacuation near the Industrial Promotion Center. My father, who had been conscripted to work at Toyo Kogyo like myself, made haste to the city center to find her. But the landscape was a horrifying sight beyond comprehension. -
People were horrifically burnt, their skin swelling grotesquely, resembling hideous caricatures of human beings. Their seared flesh hung off them in grotesque drapes. The stench of death was so potent that we had to dampen towels and cover our noses just to breathe. Amidst a grotesque mound of unrecognizable corpses, the only way my father could identify my mother was by her distinctive gold teeth. He came back to my uncle's house three days post-bombing and shared the harrowing tale of his gruesome search, prying open each charred mouth in a futile attempt to find my mother. Yet, when he saw me alive and breathing, tears of joy broke through his grief. -
In the days that followed, we faced a dire predicament. Medical help was a distant dream; there were no doctors, medicines, or treatments to be found. My rudimentary first aid kit was woefully inadequate, housing only antiseptic, bandages, iodine tincture, cotton wool, Seirogan, and burn medicine. My burns had been left untreated for three days, festering and infected. Applying iodine to them felt like a searing poker was being driven into my wounds, agony radiating from the exposed nerves. By August 15th, Japan had surrendered, and we were left in the ruins of our lives, contemplating our inevitable demise. -
A glimmer of hope emerged when I heard about a doctor from another province visiting a nearby primary school. The scene that greeted me was of decay and suffering. The auditorium, classrooms, and corridors were a sea of broken bodies, their wounds infested with writhing maggots. The putrid stench of rot was suffocating, making my stomach churn. After receiving some medication, I returned home. -
Miraculously, my wounds began to heal over the years, thanks to my father's improvised treatments, one of which included a diet of nutrient-rich pumpkin. Yet, the physical scars of that day persisted. I developed keloids, thickened, raised scars that served as a constant reminder of my ordeal, making me reluctant to face the world. -
In the wake of the atomic bomb, a dire shortage of food loomed large, and people fell like dominos, succumbing to malnutrition and radiation-induced illnesses. I was fortunate not to suffer from any immediate or acute radiation-related sickness, but the post-war years were marked by a stark lack of resources and unending hardship. I was motherless, with minimal access to food and medical supplies. Despite the insurmountable challenges, I somehow clung onto life during those harrowing years. -
Reflecting on that fateful day, August 6, 1945, I am overwhelmed by a profound sense of dread at the existence of such devastating weapons. My earnest hope is that the world never forgets the horrors of Hiroshima and Nagasaki and strives towards a future where nuclear weapons remain dormant, forever unused. -
-The way to win an atomic war is to make certain it never starts. - - Omar N. Bradley-
From Japan.
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Frank
There is no way the earth - will stop a nuclear weapons of mass distruction used against the nation's of the earth.
Not one but several nuclear weapons formed against you me them us.
You heard the man.
What do you think would you want to survive a nuclear attack.
Instead of making weapons of mass distruction.
Stop this madness now.
Run and hide from radiation.
Get naked how can you wash with soap and water where from.
Nuclear winter no food or water hmm.
What shelter who built any shelter's to stop a nuclear bomb or number of bombs
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There is no way the earth - will stop a nuclear weapons of mass distruction used against the nation's of the earth.
Not one but several nuclear weapons formed against you me them us.
You heard the man.
What do you think would you want to survive a nuclear attack.
Instead of making weapons of mass distruction.
Stop this madness now.
Run and hide from radiation.
Get naked how can you wash with soap and water where from.
Nuclear winter no food or water hmm.
What shelter who built any shelter's to stop a nuclear bomb or number of bombs
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Scott
If or When Nuclear Weapons are used our Already hurting and overheated Global Warming would Rapidly increase within weeks! There-s No way that added heat to our atmosphere could not severely affect life on Earth! Earth will become hotter than Venus within months.
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If or When Nuclear Weapons are used our Already hurting and overheated Global Warming would Rapidly increase within weeks! There-s No way that added heat to our atmosphere could not severely affect life on Earth! Earth will become hotter than Venus within months.
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education
That's where your personal firearm comes in if you survive the blast take yourself out. I don't Advocate suicide but the torture you will go through from The Fallout would not be worth living. Dammit my eyes are hurting just from watching the video.
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That's where your personal firearm comes in if you survive the blast take yourself out. I don't Advocate suicide but the torture you will go through from The Fallout would not be worth living. Dammit my eyes are hurting just from watching the video.
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koohpa
2: 41 anyone remember the name of this movie? it was about North Koreans nuclear strike on American soil and several people escape the blast by going into a bunker and the survivors go crazy and start trying to kill/cannibalize each other?
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2: 41 anyone remember the name of this movie? it was about North Koreans nuclear strike on American soil and several people escape the blast by going into a bunker and the survivors go crazy and start trying to kill/cannibalize each other?
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Ruben
You incorrectly compared 15 kilotones ( little boy, to the 59 megaton explosion ( tsar Bomba, which is the most powerful hydrogen bomb ever detonated.
It wasn't 80 times as strong, it was about 3, 800 to 3, 900 times as strong!
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You incorrectly compared 15 kilotones ( little boy, to the 59 megaton explosion ( tsar Bomba, which is the most powerful hydrogen bomb ever detonated.
It wasn't 80 times as strong, it was about 3, 800 to 3, 900 times as strong!
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Vincent
It might sound impossible since we made it past the - Cold War - that we'll ever see another world war or WW3 but we're heading into one eventually. There's too much tension in the world now and we have come close a few times!
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It might sound impossible since we made it past the - Cold War - that we'll ever see another world war or WW3 but we're heading into one eventually. There's too much tension in the world now and we have come close a few times!
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SonnyG
What with this narrator, why is he completely ignoring crucial information like distances, I mean if I-m 100 miles away I-m probably fine, maybe 200, okay if they nuked washington dc I-m sure I-m fine where I-m at
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What with this narrator, why is he completely ignoring crucial information like distances, I mean if I-m 100 miles away I-m probably fine, maybe 200, okay if they nuked washington dc I-m sure I-m fine where I-m at
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Irene
If a nuke hit near me. I hope Im in ground zero. I do not want to survive a nuclear blast. God forbid, I hope it never happen, but with the situation in the world today, I! m worried. May God bess us all.
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If a nuke hit near me. I hope Im in ground zero. I do not want to survive a nuclear blast. God forbid, I hope it never happen, but with the situation in the world today, I! m worried. May God bess us all.
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PEASEA
even if, by some mirracle, you managed to survive all of that, what would be the point of going on living, on a scorched, dead world, whith every thing & everyone you knew & loved, gone!
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even if, by some mirracle, you managed to survive all of that, what would be the point of going on living, on a scorched, dead world, whith every thing & everyone you knew & loved, gone!
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ThomasGrillo
The entire sequence was described in reverse. LOL It's flash, fireball, thermal phase, radiation phase, then percussive shock front. All in two tenths of a second, at ground zero.
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The entire sequence was described in reverse. LOL It's flash, fireball, thermal phase, radiation phase, then percussive shock front. All in two tenths of a second, at ground zero.
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Sluggish
No cap, the Narrator sounds way too upbeat for this video. They're warning me, but I also feel like the next clip is going to be a cute, funny doggo compilation. ..
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No cap, the Narrator sounds way too upbeat for this video. They're warning me, but I also feel like the next clip is going to be a cute, funny doggo compilation. ..
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The
Most folks are so fed up with life that they'd love to do this to the entire planet. That's when it's all God's decision from there with him sorting out the souls.
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Most folks are so fed up with life that they'd love to do this to the entire planet. That's when it's all God's decision from there with him sorting out the souls.
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IOANNIS
Imagine the fail of the humans we are closer than ever on this scenarios and we just keep watching all of us maybe we should take the situation in our hands.
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Imagine the fail of the humans we are closer than ever on this scenarios and we just keep watching all of us maybe we should take the situation in our hands.
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G4rfo
Makes it sound safe lol we won't survive of nukes drop once one goes others will follow we all lose in the end because of some old crusty pants governments --
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Makes it sound safe lol we won't survive of nukes drop once one goes others will follow we all lose in the end because of some old crusty pants governments --
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Draw
The Blast/Shockwave travels at the speed of sound. The radiation ie light and heat, travel at the speed of light. The shockwave definitely doesn't hit first.
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The Blast/Shockwave travels at the speed of sound. The radiation ie light and heat, travel at the speed of light. The shockwave definitely doesn't hit first.
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Mr
If any country used Nuke another country, that country is biggest threat to Humanity and Planet. That is none other than ______?
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If any country used Nuke another country, that country is biggest threat to Humanity and Planet. That is none other than ______?
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The
did man's legit just say to take a shower after a nuke explosion!
The nuclear particles in the water would kill you-
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did man's legit just say to take a shower after a nuke explosion!
The nuclear particles in the water would kill you-
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-yourpainoboy
I work in the military, and nuclear bombs are nothing to joke about they kill people. I have one at me house.
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I work in the military, and nuclear bombs are nothing to joke about they kill people. I have one at me house.
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Tony
if a 1 megaton nuke hit Bradford, England, it would only do about $50 worth of damage. may even do some improvements.
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if a 1 megaton nuke hit Bradford, England, it would only do about $50 worth of damage. may even do some improvements.
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steve
Really, folks. there are better places to click on. As if any of us needs to re learn what we already know, eh?
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Really, folks. there are better places to click on. As if any of us needs to re learn what we already know, eh?
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Extra
your tone is retarded. you are talking about the most horrible thing on earth like its a new shopping center.
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your tone is retarded. you are talking about the most horrible thing on earth like its a new shopping center.
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Mark
What If? What if we get some Bozo on the cheap to do an over-egged narration job on a nuke-doc? Ruined.
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What If? What if we get some Bozo on the cheap to do an over-egged narration job on a nuke-doc? Ruined.
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