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NAGASAKI AUGUST 9, 1945

The essay has been written by one of the most fortunate survivors of the attack on the civilian population of Nagasaki by the allied forces on august 9, 1945 near the end of the Second World War An atomic bomb was dropped on the city with the result of horrible destruction that is unmatched in the war history of the world. The writer was first year student in the medical school at Nagasaki in August, 1945 when the allied forced dropped in atomic bomb at the city cruelly and inhumanely enough. The atomic bomb was dropped on August 9, 1945 at 11:00 A.M. through a B-29 bomber plane. The writer had returned to his residence as a tram had been derailed and the way to his school was not open. It was his good luck. If he would have gone, he would also have died like most of his class fellows. The roof of the toilet where he took shelter got a whole as the result of the big atomic blast. There was a radiation of more than 7000 reds at such a distance. The buildings were mostly destroyed and turned into rubble. He couldnt reach the school that day because everywhere there were fires and dead bodies. Next day he reached the institution. The building was totally destroyed. Most of his class fellows had already died. The survivors too, died within the next few days. Dead bodies lay everywhere. The back hill had lost all its greenery. It is impossible to describe the horrors he witnessed during that terrible period. Numberless dead bodies were collected in a heap and brunt with the help of wood. The writer remembers to have seen the movements of the bowls inside the fire. Mankind should renounce the use of nuclear weapons in future!

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WALKING ON THE MOON (David R. Scott)

The essay has been written by a person who had him landed on the moon, an altogether strange and new experience. That is why we find here and there that the writer explain things through similes of similar things experiences on the earth. The essay proves utility of literary language and shows that science and literature explain and complement each other. David R. Scott and James B. Irvin landed on the moon exactly at the target which was, in fact, a vast field surrounded by mountain and a deep canyon. They had made 12 revolutions around the moon before landing on the moon. It had taken them 24 hours to do so. Each revolution had taken 2 hours, one at the night side and the other at the day side of the moon. They had to spend 67 hours of a lunar day or 355 hours of the earth measure. The moonscape seemed to be gun metal gray in the sunlight. They were the only sensible beings related with the earth but not on the earth for the time being. The earth seemed to be colorful and cloudy from up there. The lunar horizon was only 1 and 1/2 miles away. On the moon there were pits and gorges of more than 1000 feet depth and mountains of more than 11000 feet height. Stillness reigned supreme in the windless and rainless moonscape. They saw the huge palus pultredinis built billions of years ago. They saw Mare Librium that stretched for 650 miles. A huge projectile of 50 miles across seemed to have caused that with a speed of many times greater. They enjoyed the luxury of movement on the moon after the confinement of spaceship. The gravitation was 1/6 of that of the earth. Their gait was of a rhythmic and bounding motion. They moved without labour. They had to force only a start or stop. The dust of the moon was between cool dust and talcum powder. During the day of temperature was 150 degree F and during the night it was very, very cold. They lived there easily due to the faultless working of their machinery. They had excursion of 7 hours each . Their jeep Rover was battery operated and moved 6/7 miles an

hour. In each of their excursion they took photographs and gathered specimens of soils and rocks. The movement of the Rover resembled that of a small boat in rough sea. They returned to the earth but yhe writer often has nostalgia memories of his stay on the moon.

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MY GRAND FATHER (W.B. YEATS)

This Essay is actually a piece of W.B. Yeasts autobiography entitled Reveries over childhood and Youth. In this fragment of the story he tells us about his maternal grandfather. William Pollexes who lived in Sligo in Ireland. He starts by remembering the earlier memories which are fragmentary and without any sense of time or continuity among them. He remembers that he was rather unhappy during his childhood although there was no reason for his unhappiness. If there was any, it was a sort of mixture of his sense of loneliness and fear of his grandfather who was not an unkind man. The first memories of the writer about his childhood are fragmentary, not continuous. He remembers Sligo where he lived with his maternal grandparents. During his childhood he often felt miserable although there was no specific reason for that. May be it was due to his loneliness. He had a read pony and garden to wander about. His grandfather was an old man. He had won the freedom of some Spanish city but never boasted about that. Even his wife didnt know till he was 80 when she was told about it by some chance visitor. He gone to many parts of the world. He owned many sailing ships and looked after them well. He was admired and praised by all. He was honest and straight forward. He didnt allow his family remembers to utilize his railway pass. Every night at 8 the key of the stable door was presented to him but he never knew that the door was never locked. He was not well read. He had to the sea while still a boy. He owned two books the Bible and Falconers Shipwreck. His father had been in Army and his mother had been a Wexford woman. He had a few friends and no relatives as he was the only son of his parents. The grandmother of the writer loved gardening before she became over busy in housekeeping. The writer also remembers many uncles and aunts who came and went there. His grandmother punished him only once and that was not to allow him to eat with the family. The writer remembers her kindness, too, as she once gave him something to eat between the meals that were served strictly at 9:00 A.M. and 4:00 P.M. As the writer grew up, became a happier man. Then he also realized that all his miseries were selfmade and not real ones.