Unforgettable

80 Years ago, the flames of war burned across China, and the mountains and rivers were shattered. Countless nameless people used flesh and blood as shields and faith as blades to cut through the darkness in the hail of bullets. They may be childish soldiers, teachers, or traders on the streets, but when the nation is in danger, they all stand up to protect the Great Wall of their country. Some hide in hiding and dance on the tip of a knife in the enemy camp; some rush to the battlefield and use their lives to measure the country; some use their pens as guns to wake up the sleeping people. 80 Years later, a dusty letter from home, a bloody badge, and a vague oral narrative reconnected the scattered memories. The younger generations follow the footsteps of their ancestors and salvage the sacrifices and perseverance buried by time in the old volumes of archives, on the ruins of battlefield sites, and in the vicissitudes of life narratives of the elders. It turns out that the so-called unforgettable memory is the loyalty engraved on the backbone of the nation with the blood of the martyrs, and the inheritance hidden in the hearts of the younger generations with awe. When the echo of history penetrates the years, and when the spirit of our ancestors shines into the present, we will eventually understand: some memories never fade, and some sacrifices will always be remembered. This sentiment of family and country spanning 80 years has long been integrated into the blood and has become a spiritual totem passed down from generation to generation.