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According to Ishikawa, the body of Police Chief Tanisue, a close acquaintance who often looked in at the police headquarters photograph room, was found "in a mummified state," sitting in his chair in his office holding his child in his arms. Only the iron frames of the chair remained. The official history of the Metropolitan Police Department provides a record of his heroic last moments: At just past two in the morning, they attempted to extinguish the fires, but the entire building became engulfed in flames and they were all trapped inside.

After the conflagration died down, the bodies of the staff including Police Chief Tanisue were found in the ruins of the police station.

Photographs taken by three other photographers — Kikuchi Shunkichi, Hayashi Shigeo, and Fukao Kozo — were later discovered. Among those who were in the Shitamachi district of Tokyo on the night of March 9 was Hashimoto Yoshiko, a young twenty-four year-old mother. Yoshiko was at home in Kamezawa, Honjo ward, relaxing with her feet under the kotatsu , a low wooden table covered with a futon and heated from underneath.

She gazed fondly at the face of her baby son Hiroshi as he slept peacefully beside her. He had been born on January 3, , and was now 13 months old. Although it was a time when milk and food were in short supply, Hiroshi had graduated from crawling and could now stand and walk. Had it not been for the war, this would have been the proudest and happiest time for a mother. When Yoshiko married, her husband Bunsaku was "adopted" by the family and took the family name, a common practice back then in families without male heirs. Bunsaku had run the family knitwear store, but the business had been combined into a trust during the war and now he worked at a factory.

But he could never be at home when he was really needed. Apart from his work, he was often summoned to conduct civil defense duties such as demolishing the houses of citizens who had been forced to evacuate to make space for firebreaks. When the air raid alert siren sounded, Bunsaku had to leave the house to guard the air-raid defense post at Yanagishima Elementary School. On March 9, Bunsaku went out immediately when the siren rang, leaving behind Yoshiko with her parents and three younger sisters.

Carrying the burden of being the eldest daughter and heir, Yoshiko often felt suffocated by the love of her mother Yasuko, but it was probably just her youth that made it hard for her to get along with her mother. Now she regrets this deeply. On that night of March 9 when the family spent their last moments together, Yoshiko recalls that for some unknown reason the lights in the house suddenly went out. Under the blackout regulations during the war, the lights were all naked bulbs covered by black cloth so that they could not be seen outside.

Yoshiko has no way of knowing now whether the power failure was just in her house or the whole neighborhood. But she remembers she felt a strange foreboding and got up from the kotatsu. In the light of the candle, they all had gloomy expressions on their faces that were quite different from how they had looked under the electric lights. Even now Yoshiko cannot forget the lonely and anxious look on her mother's face. Shortly afterwards, the incendiary bombs started raining down on Tokyo.

Top, left to right: Bottom, left to right: Courtesy of Hashimoto Yoshiko. We had already experienced many air raids and had always waited them out in the shelter, huddled together and holding our breath. We never thought about escaping. There were seven of us in the shelter — my parents, my baby and I, and my three younger sisters.

This time it was much worse than usual. I cowered in a corner of the shelter, holding my baby son Hiroshi tight and praying that it would soon be over. I didn't have time to look at my watch, but I think it was still before one in the morning. If we don't escape, we've had it! And the timing couldn't have been worse with that fierce north wind blowing so strong it might even blow away a small child. Outside the shelter, it was just as my father said.

The Bs were flying freely overhead and to the north of our house was so bright it looked like broad daylight. It wasn't just to the north.

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The conflagration had spread over a wide area all around us, scorching the sky bright red. The swirling sparks made it hard for us to keep our eyes open. Raining down across the sky, the sparks and embers fell sputtering onto roofs and wooden balconies. If one was burned off, I hoped that the other would protect him. Then the seven of us headed south. My father pulled the handcart loaded with our most precious possessions, while my sister Etsuko carried a cooking pot containing rice and my mother a kettle filled with water. My father knew from his experience of the Great Kanto Earthquake of that the things we would miss most were water and food, so we made a point of taking them with us.

The area on both sides of the overhead railway had been cleared after compulsory evacuation to create a firebreak. There were several large water tanks set up by the neighborhood volunteer labor corps and they were all filled to the brim with water. We all felt relieved to get there, but that didn't last long. The flames were bearing down on us, rolling along the road and leaping up into the air. Seeing this, the crowd that had gathered near the water tanks started to scatter in panic. At that moment, we disagreed about what to do next. The Bs are certain to target the railway. We've got to escape to the canal,' said my father.

Chieko thought we should stay where we were: If we're going to escape, we've got to do it now. We thought that being near to water would be safer than the railway, and that was the nearest waterway. However much Chieko insisted on staying there, we assumed she would follow us. With all the smoke and hot air as the fires spread, it felt as if my body was floating.

Tile roofs flew up and shafts of flames shot up from under them. When we got to Mitsume Street, we noticed that we'd not just become separated from Chieko but from Etsuko as well. In the middle of the escaping crowds and pursued by flying sparks, my parents and I were doing our utmost to avoid losing sight of each other.

If we'd fallen, we would have been trampled to death by the people running behind us. As we were running beside the canal, the strap on one of my wooden clogs broke. My father was also in great pain from the gangrene in his legs, so we immediately turned right and got onto Sanno Bridge. This place, where the matchmaking deity Gentoku was said to reside, was full of childhood memories. There were rows of night stalls along both sides of the canal and we children would excitedly explore them in the light of the carbide lamps. At first the only purpose of the canal was to drain the land, but later it was used as a waterway connecting the Sumida and Naka rivers.

Sanno "third" Bridge was one of several bridges over the Tatekawa canal starting with Ichino "first" Bridge. On festival days, as well as the various stalls, boats lit by red lanterns would float along the canal. It was once a place filled with the traditional Shitamachi atmosphere, but now fires were raging on both banks and people's belongings floating on the water were lit by flames.

At first we watched out for each other and smothered the sparks, but soon we too were catching fire, putting them out, and catching fire again. People were turning into balls of flame and rolling around on the ground. The ones whose hair caught fire screamed and thrashed about wildly. I heard my baby Hiroshi let out a strange cry, so I hurriedly unstrapped him from my back and held him up to see what was the matter. His mouth was glowing red, but it wasn't blood. While he was crying sparks had flown into his mouth and were burning in his throat.

In a panic, I pried them out with my finger. Then my mother covered my little sister Hisae and me with two coats and lay on top of us, but the coats quickly caught fire and she threw them into the canal below. My eyelashes melted off and my hair burned with a sizzling noise. It didn't feel hot but it was quite painful. My mother got on top of us and my father lay on top of her.

We were all curled up like a snail, desperately trying to protect each other. At that moment I thought, 'So this is how I'm going to die — here on this bridge with my baby who's only just started to walk. Holding my shoulders and pulling me to my feet, my mother shouted, 'Yoshiko, take this! As the eldest daughter I had always sulked and defied my mother, and now she was giving me her own hood to wear. As long as I live, I'll never forget the sight of my mother's face with all those flames behind her. The freezing water pierced through me like a knife.

At first I sank deep into the water, but I was a strong swimmer. Kicking the water, I quickly rose to the surface together with Hiroshi. The current was strong but luckily a raft floated up to me and I grabbed it, put my baby on top of it and held onto it as we were carried downstream. Perhaps because of the shock, Hiroshi's eyes were wide open. As the raft floated along I looked up at Sanno Bridge. The flames were leaping like living creatures among the terrified crowds with a tremendous roaring sound.

But I couldn't see my mother or father up there. Later I wondered whether they had heart failure when they entered the freezing water, or perhaps people had jumped in the canal on top of them and they had been unable to rise to the surface. In the water underneath the bridge, people huddled together under a sheet of burned tinplate were frantically chanting sutras. Sparks from the fires fell over the raft and water sprayed up from the surface here and there. I had run out of strength and thought I'd had it, but when I saw the face of my baby on the raft I forced myself to keep going.

After the raft had floated a little further downstream, a small boat with two men in it approached us. Please at least save my baby! One of the men picked up Hiroshi and put him in the boat and then pulled me out of the water. Now it's an iron bridge but back then it was made of wood. The arched bridge was engulfed in bright red flames from end to end and this was reflected as a ring of fire on the surface of the water.

As I was looking at this in horror, a dark figure leapt from the bridge into the canal and spray rose up. When we passed through that ring of fire, I thought it really was the end. If the bridge had fallen on top of us, it would have been. Hugging Hiroshi tightly, I curled up at the bottom of the boat and prayed. Then I noticed that the ring of fire was behind us and the boats and rafts had stopped moving.

The direction of the wind must have changed. All around us I could hear people in the water groaning in pain. I put my hand out to help them, but they didn't even have the strength to cling to it. If they had got hold of my hand, they might have pulled me down into the water.

The margin between life and death was that slim. She must have been about four years old. I weakly held out my hand saying, 'Hold on to this,' but when I looked more closely I saw that she was dead with her face down. The red waistband around her monpe trousers was trailing behind her in the water. Instinctively I hugged Hiroshi tight and called out his name, but his lips only quivered slightly. I always seem to get incoherent at this point.

I'm a very stubborn person and I don't usually cry, but when I talk about the night of March 9 … Could I take a short break here? Yoshiko finally saw the sun rise on the bank at the crossing between the Tatekawa and Oyokogawa canals. She gave a start when she heard one of the men on the bank say "How's the baby on your back?

Take a good look! They must have escaped on rafts or clung to timber in the canal, but in their desperate efforts to escape from the fires they had no time to look round at their babies. Many of the young mothers had finally reached dry land only to find that their babies were dead, and now they lay exhausted and weeping on the bank.

Most had strapped their babies to their backs to free both their hands and had not noticed the sparks burning through the coats covering them. By the time they turned round to look, it was too late. Bodies of mother and child. Yoshiko had miraculously survived while holding her baby to her chest. Somehow she had managed to keep hold of Hiroshi after she leapt into the canal. If she hadn't needed to protect him, she might have given up the ghost herself.

But having survived by the skin of her teeth, Yoshiko had exhausted all her strength and could not even get to her feet. The two men who had pulled them out of the river put Yoshiko and Hiroshi in a cart they found in the ruins. The burned-out cart had no tires. When Yoshiko heard its wheels rattling as they went along, she realized that she was still alive. Yoshiko fell off the cart several times. But those men were very kind.

One of them ran a rice store nearby and the other worked at Honjo Post Office. Every time I fell off the cart, they said 'Oh dear, missus, there you go again,' picked me up and put me back in the cart. Only its iron frames were left, so it was quite a rough ride and my bottom hurt, but I held Hiroshi tight with one hand and clung on to the charred iron frame with the other. We were passing through the town where I'd grown up.

There were dead bodies all around us, but my vision had become blurred and fortunately I could hardly see anything. Thick smoke hung over us and swirled in the wind. The town seemed strangely small — perhaps a place always looks like that when everything burns down. Above us in the sky, I saw the yellowish sun rising. The sun was rising just as it always did, but my parents and younger sister were gone forever.

Yoshiko was taken to Doai Hospital where she received first-aid treatment.

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Her eyesight eventually recovered. Her baby was given a camphor injection and started to get better, but he had forgotten how to walk and excreted jet-black stools. They stayed one night at the hospital so that they could monitor Hiroshi's condition. Yoshiko had an almost irresistible urge to steal the blanket they gave her at the hospital.

She had lost her home and no longer had a futon or even clothes to wear. She really wanted that blanket for the baby, but she realized it would be needed by mothers and babies in even worse condition and left it at the hospital. The next day Yoshiko's husband Bunsaku, who had been on air-raid defense duty at Yanagishima Elementary School, came to the hospital. Her next visitor was her little sister Hisae, her face covered with burns. Chieko had miraculously survived unhurt by the water tanks under the tracks of the Sobu railway line, but both of her parents and sister Etsuko, who had been carrying a cooking pot full of rice, would never return.

In the air raid of March 10, , Hashimoto Yoshiko lost her father Sojiro, mother Yasuko, and younger sister Etsuko. On the night of March 9, nineteen year-old Kokubo Takako, who worked at the Fukagawa ration distribution volunteer corps headquarters, was at the home of her friend Koike Yasue. Takako's home was in Hirai-cho, but that night she was visiting her friend in Toyosumi-cho on the other side of the canal.

Because of her husband's work, Yasue lived in an official residence of the Imperial Household Department's Bureau of Forestry. Since her husband went to fight in the war, she had been living there alone with her four year-old son Noboru. Yasue complained of feeling lonely and Takako often went over to cheer her up. Yasue had an open-hearted nature and enjoyed certain privileges living in a residence of the Imperial Household Department, including her own bath and relatively generous rations.

Living nearby, Takako went to visit her friend whenever she could. Their greatest pleasure was to sit opposite each other and chat under the warm kotatsu. Even when Takako stayed over at Yasue's place, her mother didn't seem to mind. That night, Takako was able to relax for the first time in a while, enjoying a leisurely bath and feeling quite refreshed. As she got out of the bath and hung the towel on the wall, she felt as if it was suddenly peacetime again.

She got back under the kotatsu and continued chatting with her friend, but the strong north wind rattling the shutters made her anxious. Wouldn't it be awful if they came tonight," said Takako. She reached out and adjusted the coverlet on little Noboru's futon. Now you've made me feel chilly all of a sudden," she said with a shudder.

Takako has no memory of hearing the air raid alert siren while she was in Yasue's room that night. After the news on the radio that two enemy planes had turned back across the sea away from the Boso Peninsula, she vaguely remembers the announcer saying that the Imperial Army's morale was rising on all fronts on the eve of Army Day.

Less than an hour later, they heard a loud bang that sounded like an oil can exploding. Startled, Yasue and Takako went to look outside and saw that the entire area to the north was ablaze. At that moment, a B roared overhead and flames rose up one after another. The situation suddenly seemed hopeless. Fleeing people pulling hastily loaded handcarts came running down the road in a mad rush to escape. Takako looked at Yasue and said, "We've got to get out of here or we've had it!

Quickly grabbing a few belongings, she said, "It's everyone for themselves now. Astonished by her friend's quick departure, Takako took the wet towel from the wall and tied it round the waist of her monpe trousers. This was all she would take with her, but it turned out to be a precious item. Then she headed for her home in Hirai-cho on the other side of the canal, battling against the fierce north wind.

It was just a short walk away, but to get there she had to cross the Yokojukkengawa canal. It was no use trying to cross via the bridge because it would be crowded with people trying to escape. But Takako knew the neighborhood like the back of her hand and took a shortcut. The surface of the canal was covered with floating logs. A long thin sheet of board had been placed on top of them so that the longshoremen could walk over to the other side.

This was the quickest way home. Trying to keep her balance by holding her hands up, Takado started to cross the canal, but a gust of wind nearly blew her into the water. Catching a glimpse of a B flying low overhead and the flames bearing down like a tsunami, she got down on all fours and crawled across the boards. It occurred to her that she must look ridiculous, but there was no time for such thoughts now. When she got home, Takako found her mother and younger sister gathering belongings in the light of the swirling sparks.

Following the order that everyone should act together in a crisis, her mother and younger sister Chieko were preparing to head for the neighborhood association's emergency meeting place. Takako vividly remembers the sight of them as they disappeared round the corner of the sidestreet. I couldn't carry much with me. I took our ancestors' memorial tablets and a couple of my mother's cotton kimonos and a sash, that sort of thing. I was in a terrible hurry, so I just chose a few things quickly from the drawers and wrapped them in a kerchief.

Then I found the family photograph album, put it in a bag, and dashed out of the house. At the end of the alley, I saw oil from an incendiary bomb spray down and silver flames rise up. With all the fires and smoke, I had no idea what it was like up ahead. Through the howling wind and the mad wailing of sirens, I could hear people shouting and screaming. I knew I had to get out of there quickly, so I gave up trying to find my mother and sister and headed north towards the canal.

I was so frantic that I no longer knew whether I was running along the ground or flying through the air. When you're running for your life and think a place is safe, you just go for it with all your might until you can't run any longer. I imagine that's how so many people ended up dying.

The shadows of the flames flickered red on the ground and surface of the water. Realizing that everyone else had already escaped, I felt even more desperate. I tripped over my own feet and tumbled to the ground, but I didn't feel any pain. Picking myself up, I continued running through the swirling sparks. Then I heard a tremendous sound of hooves and snorting from up ahead and saw horses galloping in blind panic towards me! Suddenly emerging from the curtain of smoke, they looked like phantoms. The horses were running in twos and threes and the manes of some of them were on fire.

Scared out of my wits, I couldn't breathe and my legs went stiff. It was on a narrow street with the canal on the left and burning houses on the right. There was no place to hide. As I pressed myself close to the side of a garbage box, I thought 'I'm not even married and I'm about to be trampled to death by wild horses.

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The horses must have escaped from their stables. When I saw more of them charging towards me from behind as well, I really thought I'd had it. The road was blocked by the fires in front and behind me and the horses were stampeding up and down it. I ran for dear life through a burning two-story house that was about to collapse and managed to break through the wall of fire into Toyo Park.

Of course I was worried about them, but they were together with our neighbors so I assumed they'd be safe. At that moment all my thoughts were focused on getting out of there alive. I found my way to the tramway and headed for Sunamachi. The tramway was filled with people hurrying along holding futons over their heads or pulling handcarts.

Then I ran into a friend, Saito Chii, who worked with me at the ration distribution headquarters. Chii was a big woman weighing about 80 kilograms and she loved flamboyant clothes. That night too she was wearing brightly-colored monpe trousers with a floral pattern, so I knew instantly it was Chii without even seeing her face. She escaped ahead of us to Hirai-cho. There are fires everywhere and horses running wild all over the place.

Let's go together to Sunamachi. I could never have imagined I would find Chii's charred remains on the road the next morning. As I got off the truck, the firebombs started raining down again. An incendiary stick fell on the road, bounced, and hit my left leg. It didn't hurt much, but oil splattered over my trousers, caught fire, and I only just avoided turning into a ball of flames. The people around me smothered the flames while I beat at them with my cloth bag. Somehow we managed to put them out, but my left foot was in bad shape.

Even now it feels painfully stiff in the winter. Well, I carried on running until I got to the canal we used to call Denkibori. They dug it using electric power in the late s, but it's gone now. In front of the bridge over the canal, there was a large crowd of people shouting and screaming. I pushed through them to the front to see what was going on. The girders of the wooden bridge were in flames. There was no hope of crossing and all these people were stranded at the end of the bridge.

A tremendous wave of fire was bearing down from behind us and huge cinders were flying over our heads and dancing across the ground. It was now or never. I was young and reckless, so I said a prayer to the memorial tablets in my bag, jumped onto the flaming bridge and dashed across it.

Behind me I heard someone shout 'It's all right, we can make it across! When I got to the other side and turned round to look, the bridge was no longer there. It had collapsed and fallen into the canal together with the people on it. The moaning, screaming, and desperate cries of children calling out for their mothers were unbearable. The burning bridge had crumbled and fallen into the water over them with a terrible crackling and hissing. It was like a scene from hell. Red flames were swelling above the water and twisting over it like huge snakes.

Trying desperately to find something to cling onto above the surface, people were throwing up their hands and shaking their heads from side to side as they squirmed for dear life. Umaya Bridge in Flames. Painting by Fukushima Yasusuke, age six at the time of the air raid. If the people up there in the Bs were really human beings like us, I'd have liked to drag them out of their planes and make them witness it too.

I just gave a bow in their direction and walked away. Then I got into a muddy pool behind a factory to escape the flames. Almost at once, the wind and fires blew the factory roof up into the sky and burning pieces of roof started flying towards me like those horses. To dodge them I took a step back in the muddy pool, then again and again until the water was almost up to my neck. At that moment a futon floated up to me from somewhere. My energy was ebbing away and I started to fall asleep.

The water didn't feel cold any more. It felt like I was soaking in a hot spring bath and was gradually being sucked down into the earth.

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If you sleep, you'll die. When I came to, it was morning. But because I survived, I was able to pray for their souls. I suppose that was better than all of us dying. After all, the government never did anything for us. After dawn broke Takako returned to the foot of the bridge. The wooden bridge had gone, leaving just the iron beams that supported it. Civil defense corpsmen had placed sheets of wooden board over the beams so that people could cross to the other side.

When Takako looked over at the canal, she saw that it was full of dead bodies on top of one another. A foul smell that made her shudder was wafting over the bank and even to the road beyond the bridge. Takako instinctively reached for the towel at her waist, but the fresh towel she had taken from her friend Yasue's place was now like a used cloth. She walked round the side of Toyo Park heading for whatever might remain of her family's home.

At the side of the road she saw a naked infant lying face downwards. It was lying next to a heap of dead bodies. At first I thought it was a doll, but then I saw it twitching so I knew it was alive. As I stood there wondering if anything could be done, it raised its backside and then dropped back down again. It did that several times but the movements gradually got weaker. I knew it must be dying, but I was on my last legs too and could barely walk. I couldn't do anything to help the poor little thing.

Bodies of firebombing victims in Hanakawado, Asakusa ward. A little further down the road, Takako came upon a dead body in monpe trousers. Since its hair had been completely burned off she didn't think it could be a woman at first, but when she noticed a familiar floral pattern left unburned at the waist, Takako knew it was her colleague Saito Chii who she had run into earlier.

Now Chii was just one more charred corpse on the road. Takako reflected that she too might have been put out of her misery if she'd gone together with her colleague. When she finally reached the ruins of her home, she waited and waited, but nobody returned. There was nothing else for it but to go back to her friend Yasue's place in Toyosumi-cho. Yasue had spent the night up to her shoulders in a canal together with her four year-old son Noboru. Dripping wet and with bloodshot eyes, she was holding the lifeless toddler over a bonfire in the road, screaming crazily as she tried to revive her unconscious child.

When she got closer Takako gave a start. Noboru's head and legs were hanging down limply as his hair frizzled and the skin on his legs burned in the flames. But Yasue just held him there, unaware of what was happening. The two of them frantically tried to treat Noboru's wounds, but without medicine or doctors there was little they could do. Having spent a desperate night protecting her son from the fires, Yasue had momentarily lost her reason and inflicted terrible burns on him. Four-year-old Noboru survived the ordeal but his scars never healed completely.

Koji's recollection of his family's last meal together may seem like the typically innocent impression of a child, but during the war kidney beans were something of a luxury. The memory of the sweet taste of the beans even without sugar, which was strictly rationed, and the warm feeling of the whole family gathered together, naturally stayed with him.

The kidney beans somehow symbolized the harmony of a happy family until that night. At the time, Koji was a first-year student at Taiko Technical School. It was unusual for all six family members — Koji, his parents, and his older sister Yuriko, younger brother Jiro and younger sister Harue — to be at home for dinner. In addition to his work at the Bureau's Asakusa office, he often had to serve as a civil defense corpsman at night because of the shortage of available men.

As it happened, Noboru had no air defense duties that evening and had returned. Perhaps only he would have survived, or maybe we all would have. As it turned out, we followed my father's instructions. Held on the rolling hills of Ashikaga in Tochigi prefecture, this event is organised by Coco Farm and Winery, formerly started to raise money for autistic individuals.

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Race-day provisional individual results with timing errors. Race-day provisional team results with timing errors. Full Excel chart showing updated July 26 results. Gina Slaby right and Courtney Dauwalter. This one was closer. The two totaled It was only in the final two hours that Ishikawa secured the lead. He bettered his personal best by some 4k to earn the individual gold. Yoshihiko Ishikawa Japan remains the declared winner, with Kostelnick, expected to challenge for the individual win, was reportedly limited by stomach problems.

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