Back in the late '70's, I was in High School. I was also an apprentice brick layer. One of my instructors was an old Italian guy. The thing about him was, he had a Hell of a sense of humor, and nothing, no problem that presented itself, was ever impossible. The boss would tell him what needed to be done, and he'd figure it out, and it'd get done. I asked him one day what made him so certain he could solve any problem?
He laughed, and said when he was 17, he was in the Marines, and fought on Iwo Jima. Early on, it was tough to keep the Marines supplied with ammo, food, and everything else. One day, they're in a battle with some Japanese troops, and both sides run out of bullets. So both sides fixed bayonets and went at it.
He found himself standing in front of a Japanese soldier, who he figured couldn't be more than 15, if that! The kid got past his guard and tried to stab him in the chest, and it looked like it did. The bayonet penetrated his shirt, but it also just slid perfectly between his chest and his arm.
They were standing there, looking at each other. He was waiting to die, and was surprised he hadn't. The Japanese soldier had heard Americans were tough, and sure enough, he just stabbed this one and he's still standing there!
My old boss's Sergeant comes along, and shouts, "What the Hell are you waiting for? Finish him!"
My old boss looks at the kid, and can't bring himself to kill him. So he flips his rifle around, and smacks him in the head, knocking him right out.
"And after that, Jimmy, everything else in life has pretty much been easy!"
They exchanged info, and kept in touch after the war. The Japanese soldier became a brick layer, because that's what the man who spared his life said he was going to be. He eventually moved to the United States, to Pasadena, Texas. and lived out the rest of his life here. They were friends right up to the end.
I don't know why, but everyone called him "Taiwan Tommy." Like my old sponsor, he was a great guy, with a great sense of humor.
Those of us who grew up in that time were raised by WWII vets.
That is wild.
Couple questions though, the Japanese spoke English well enough to communicate? Also, how did the guy you know keep the rest of the troops from killing the Japanese solider?