Not likely they will ever see dime-one from me.
My Great Uncle was a Marine Raider in WWII. Was wounded badly at Bougainville.
The last time I saw him before he died, he picked me up in his Honda Accord to take me out to dinner. For him, it didn't matter. For his brother who was in the Navy at the same time, he'd just as soon shoot you if you showed up at his house driving a Japanese car.
“For his brother who was in the Navy at the same time, he’d just as soon shoot you if you showed up at his house driving a Japanese car.”
I used to work for a guy that flew bombers over Europe. It was rather amusing when some poor salesman showed up in a Japanese car.
He would not ride in a German or Japanese car, let alone own one.
One day we needed to go to his house from his shop and the only thing running was what I drove that day, a VW beetle. He sent me to his house to pick up one of his cars, drive it to his shop, and take him back to his house.
But he had a garage FULL of Japanese motorcycles (20?) and that was all right. I never figured that part out.
In the very early '70s I worked at a cold storage warehouse, and one of the local truckers had a 70-something van driver named Joe Keller, a civilian survivor of Wake Island and the ensuing Japanese imprisonment. Old Joe HATED the Japs and when a Fishking (Japanese owned) driver would approach the dock, he'd go off all over the place........great fun to watch, and a great touch of history for the memory banks.
Joe was in their face all the time, telling them to "ask what your daddy did".