teruo found a truck driver to transport us to an elementary school in a small village, fuchu, outside of the city. my father and i were speechless with gratitude. [soft somber music] that night, my father and i had our first real talk since the morning of the bombing. i was afraid. i woke the next morning in agony. i couldn't have imagined that it was possible to feel such pain and remain alive. i looked up and saw three men in military uniform walking toward us. i was to be transferred immediately to a military facility for treatment. this good news came with difficult news. the soldiers informed us that my father could not go. i didn't want to leave my father. my father's survival and mine were one. we had made it through these past five days together but truly it was he who had carried me through. "you must go, i'll be fine to stay here. "you need more help, shinji." my pain had only grown each day, i was in too much pain to protest or even to think about what was happening at this moment. for just a moment i thought i saw a shadow of sadness across his face. my father's eyes never