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. When she left the camp to replenish the food supply, she was taken by the Japanese and forced to watched hundreds of Chinese soldiers be murdered.

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.

I reloaded my gun and fired another shot at the Officer, I missed. 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. It was like a movie scene after a war, but instead, it was happening right in front of our eyes and was flipping and destroying everything that we have worked for around here.

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 and I wonder if he was dead or if he was alive.

Some townspeople were found bound and gagged, held at gunpoint. 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.

However, the sight of British soldiers armed with bayonets just aggravated the crowd further. 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.

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.” Segall, whose house was part of the ghetto, explained what life was like in these conditions: “They built a fence between my house and the house next door. At that period, we could not even stand on a sidewalk when there was a German approaching, because we Jews didn’t deserve to share the same ground with them.” Segall then started to describe the dangerous journey of escaping from the ghetto. Though she is now 84 years old and those horrible experiences had occurred more than half a century ago, her eyes were still filled with tears at the vivid memories she survived.

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. As much as I hated the idea of selling it, I hated my job even more.

He had gotten shot in the right arm by an enemy sniper and couldn't use it. All he had left was his revolver. 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.