Flames of War: My Father’s Memories of the War of Resistance

In an age when war raged across the land, he built a blood-soaked Great Wall with his young body. Bullet marks became the rings of his years; scars, his medals. Every wound on his father Tan Xiang’s body told of those days when the flames of war stretched to the horizon: of the backs that stood tall amid blood-soaked bayonets, and of the faint lights that gave their lives to illuminate a path to survival for the nation. This is a life-and-death pact between one man and one country, and an epic of sacrifice shared by countless unsung heroes. To gently trace the bullet marks on his chest is to touch a towering epic of resistance against Japanese aggression, and the unbreakable wall of spirit that sustains a people.