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The girl was bleeding, with many wounds on her chest. Walking barefooted, we avoided stepping on all the scattered fragments on the road. We were tottering, yet our minds were lucid as we headed single-mindedly for our homes where our families awaited us. A boat pulled five rafts like the ones in this painting. On each crowded raft were one noncommissioned officer, two soldiers, about twenty family members accompanying the injured, and fifty injured people. The best that could be done was to give them water. A girl spurted blood from an artery when her bandage came loose, and another person’s face looked like a split watermelon when she moved her lips. There was only one medical orderly for every five boats.