Reflection On The Nanking Massacre

Chen Jiashou was born on September 16, 1918, in Nanking, China. When the Imperial Japanese Army invaded her city in 1937, she was living in a small Nanking district with her Uncle, Mother, and Father, two brothers and sister. At that time, she was only 19-years old and working as an apprentice. After the Japanese came, she escaped to a refugee camp where she was temporarily safe.

Everyone we see in this film is skin and bones, covered in dirt and wearing clothes that are rack. A lot of elements helped showing the effects of the war on those poor soldiers, and how desperate they were to survive. The viewers are able to see those soldier’s pain through the camera work, that captured the unexpected bombing, and the dead bodies that were everywhere. There is one scene, where a lot of Japanese soldiers try to cross a road guarded by Yanks in the middle of the night, all crawling on their hands and knees as the camera watches on from above. In that scene, they looked terrified.

As I reloaded my weapon again many more shots rang out from behind the tree line where I hid, some hit the Red Army’s soldiers, but I know most were aimed at the last Officer who was now sitting on a different horse mount. I fired five more times at the Officer and again I missed five times. My rifle did not know how to miss except for the last Red Army Officer. Chief Red Hawk, after shooting at the Officer many times himself, ordered us to stop firing at the last Officer proclaiming “Cease fire, he is under the protection of the Great

That what happened when the war hit. Looking around at this time, homes were shattered and smashed inside out, the concrete had blood stains on it and bullet shots where the bullets missed. The sky was grey and filled with smoke, you would walk around coughing everywhere you go. We were living in a black and white world because everything with color was destroyed and the sun doesn’t even hit this place anymore.

World War 1 changed everything for me. After the war ended, I was walking around to see what damage has been done to our country. While I was walking around all I heard was kids and adults crying and screaming people someone in their family like their mom, dad, brother, or sister was killed in the war. A few hours have gone by and people started to clean up the mess that was made during the war. So then I realized that my dad was coming back from the war

Their captors sick of death but fearing more to come stood solitary behind them. That very same morning, while people were fleeing the town for saner refuge, they stumbled upon a very unusual sight. A knife sticking vertical into the ground. As they looked up they saw a black parachute with a man hanging from it. The cord was wrapped around

They began to shout at the soldiers, daring them to fire. Captain Preston then arrived and tried to get the crowd to disperse. Unfortunately, an object thrown from the crowd struck one of the soldiers, Private Montgomery, and knocked him down. He fired into the crowd. After a few seconds of stunned silence, a number of other soldiers fired into the crowd as well.

They were beaten harshly and asked to dig their own graves in the cemetery before being shot by the machine gun.” Describing the effects this had on her life, she said, “It was devastating for our family.” Despite her grief, though, “the brutality of the war didn’t disappear just because of the death of my family members,” she added. Continuing, she said, “Then, the Germans started to ghettoize the Jews in my town. They divided them into two groups: those who were able to work and those who were too old or young to.”

I spent all of my childhood summers splashing in the river, painting several pictures of trees, and being eaten by mosquitos at that camp. Aside from my wedding, I hold those memories most dear to me. Although the camp had given me feelings of nostalgia, I was on that hike to say goodbye. With my uncle’s passing, he left me the keys and the ownership of the cabin.

He tricked the snipe into getting above the parapet and fired, as he looked past the smoke he had seen that the enemy was hit and killed. The enemy fell to the ground and the sniper needed to leave before morning. But he had a curiosity of who the enemy sniper was. He ran toward the dead man and a machine gunner was shooting at him. He got to the man and flipped him over.

Resonance from the guns roared as its dense smoke engulfed the blood-stained Reservation. The pungent odor from the corpses accumulated in the mass grave overwhelmed Chaska’s puny unfledged proboscis. Chaska’s mother and father were a part of that pile. His mother tried to save his father from dying, but the result was both of them getting shot and killed. Chaska was a timid and timorous eight-year-old boy with short black hair and a tanned colored body.

The text, "Babes in Arms," depicts this when it states, "We walked around the village and killed everyone who came out of the huts. " This is a horrific thought. This sentence is just foul and supports my thought of war traumatizing

Just a second before I did, the police got up quickly. "Thank you for your time ma 'am, we are very sorry about your neighbor." So am I, so am I. Year by year, I was never questioned for a second time, never even considered to be the one who had taken all of those peoples lives. I got away, and those people let me. They let a murder loose.

He understood why none of his men came to help him; he realized that the arrows and swords were covered in poison with the power to paralyze. In the moments before he died, Tigris mustered all the strength he could to turn himself as he witnessed the Persian soldiers run toward and conquer the

Without having any choice, you squinted your eyes, pointing the gun towards your best friend, and “BOOM”! The bullet blasted from your gun and went right through your best friend’s heart. His eyes were bloody red and full of sorrow. He looked at you for one last time and smiled saying his last sentence," It 's not your fault, I was destined to die like this". Blood gurgled out of his mouth, and he was no more.