"The Japanese soldier hacked my head and the three-inch scars are still visible today."

？In 1937, my family lived at No. 178 Xiluchaichang. There were five people in the family, and they were my father (in his 50s), mother, elder brother, my wife and me. We made a living by weaving reed mat. One day before the Japanese army entered the city, my family moved to Sanchapai (now the Qingjiang Village of Jiangdong Township) and lived there.

At about 8 or 9 o’clock in the morning of the second day of the fall of Nanjing, I wanted to check the situation. Before I could make the way to Hanzhong Gate, several dozens of Japanese soldiers were coming towards me. The officer  in front came to me with a sword and immediately hacked me. I dodged to left, but was cut in the upper right side of the head, bleeding. Luckily the heavy cotton hat protected me to some extent, otherwise I would have been dead. Later a translator told the Japanese soldiers that I did not look like a soldier, so they let me go. I went home in pain, covering the wound, and I didn’t dare to go out since then. The wound on my head was treated with a dozen stitches, and it didn’t heal until more than a month later. The three-inch scar could still be seen today.