May Day Holiday: I Transmigrated to 1943 with a Supermarket

I never imagined that working a shift at the supermarket during the May Day holiday would make me transmigrate straight to 1943! I looked at the scrawny little child, who had gone hungry for three days and nights but still refused to surrender to the enemy. I looked at the elderly man, whose shoulder wound was still bleeding as he shakily fixed a bayonet to his rifle. I looked at countless compatriots, their eyes filled with unwavering conviction as they defended their country. Tears welled up in my eyes, and my heart surged with emotion. This time, let us do our part for this history, forever etched in the hearts of all our people!