going across sakae bridge, many were dead, some were alive, others were lingering in between. it took every ounce of my energy to put one foot in front of the other. like so much of my body, they had hardly any skin to protect them. slowly with my heart breaking into countless pieces, i stumbled forward. i did my best to follow exactly in my father's footsteps hoping and believing he will know the path to save us both. at this point, i wasn't even afraid of dying. the pain was beyond imagination and i just wanted to be free from it. my only wish was that my father would survive, he seems to have a better chance. [rumbling] in the east drill ground, we waited in line forever under the scorching sun with no shade whatsoever. finally, i saw a soldier in front. he poured some cleansing liquid over my scorched and raw skin. i felt some relief and wanted to share this bit of hope with my father. he was gone. my mind began to shatter like a young child lost in a busy street. i had lost my father. i wanted to die. i was envious of the dead. i laid there for some time, willing myself t