It's 8 o'clock in the morning in Tokyo. The trains are packed the way Tokyo trains always are during rush hour — shoulder to shoulder, silent, nobody making eye contact. Office workers, students, government clerks, station attendants just doing their jobs.
And then, on five separate trains rolling toward the center of the city, people start collapsing. Their vision goes dark. They can't breathe. Some fall to the floor, convulsing. Others stumble onto platforms and lie there, unable to move, not understanding what is happening to them.
By the time anyone figures out it's a nerve agent, more than five thousand people have been poisoned. Thirteen will die. And the men responsible are already in getaway cars, speeding away from stations where subway workers are trying to pick up leaking bags of liquid with their bare hands — not knowing what those bags contain.
This is the story of the Tokyo subway sarin attack. March 20, 1995. The day a doomsday cult brought chemical warfare to the morning commute.
Tokyo Subway Sarin Attack · 1995-03-20 · Tokyo Metro, Hibiya / Chiyoda / Marunouchi lines, Tokyo, Japan