From Nanjing to Nanjing: Two Autumns in Jinling

My name is Chen Mo, a 22-year-old fresh graduate from the Department of History. My graduation thesis was about the survival and struggle of student soldiers during the Anti-Japanese War. I spent most of my youth in this repair room, looking at the yellowed pages, death lists, and incomplete relics. I can recite the time and casualties of every major battle in the 14-year Anti-Japanese War, and I can accurately name the collection number of every file. The call of "One inch of mountains and rivers, one inch of blood, one hundred thousand young people and one hundred thousand troops" set off a craze. In just a few months, more than 80,000 young people with college degrees or above volunteered to join the army. But what worries me even more is that the names of those who are my age are always stuck behind the cold labels of "missing" and "killed" in the files. I am not a rewriter of history, only a witness of history.