Could you describe to us the night of the bombing?

It was about 10 p.m. when I heard the alert siren. I rushed out into the street to get to the individual shelters there. I also managed to get a number of people who were in the streets to all get down into the shelters. A moment later, I heard a lot of gunfire and the rumbling noise of the airplanes. I didn't hear any explosion, only felt an extremely strong gust of wind blowing down into the shelter. A moment later I heard children crying and adults yelling for help. I then lifted the lid of my foxhole and climbed out. I looked in the direction of the rows of two storied and three storied buildings and realized that they had been bombed to the ground.

I hurriedly called all the people in the neighboring shelters to get out and rush to the three-storied buildings to try to rescue people. The buildings had been of bricks and concrete, and the best we could do at the time was to get to places where we heard voices from under calling out for help and then picked out the bricks and the pieces of the rubble with our bare hands. We used our helmets too in carrying the bricks. We were able to rescue thirteen persons, among them were three women and three children ranging in age from fifteen to twenty. One young woman had her arm completely smittened by a bomb fragment and was unconscious. We used a table top nearby to carry her to a car and took her away to the hospital.

A lot of people were still caught inside the shelters and yet you had no way of getting to them to rescue them. What were your feelings at the time?

As for the people who were still in their shelters, covered by the slabs of concrete, I heard them crying for help. But there was nothing I could do, so I felt very frustrated, outraged and very painful on the inside. It was because of the American bombings that all of these friends were lying down there dead or dying. But this did not deter me from going to other shelters to try to rescue other people.