All five of my uncles fought in WWII and their parents, along with most other parents, hoped their sons would be stationed in the European theater, rather than the Pacific, because the Japanese were so brutal and bloodthirsty. Only one of them fought in the Pacific. He was a Marine who battled through the islands and endured horrors that he could never discuss. He drank a lot after the war and died well before his time. The Japanese ruined lives during and after the war. They got off easy.
My dad was certainly glad the bombs were dropped. He was scheduled for the invasion. He was in the artillery.
I have no sympathy for imperial Japan.
I’ve seen the movie but I haven’t red the book
6 of my mother’s 7 brothers fought in WWII..
One died in Italy in 1944 the rest were in the Pacific..
at least 3 were coast watchers in the Solomon Islands..they would tell us stories of their experiences..
One convinced me that the Army/Navy would parachute hot baked potatoes down to him complete with lots of butter...I was so concerned that he had got enough to eat that he told me that tale and I believed him for years LOL
Dad’s youngest brother was only 14 and Nana wouldn’t sign for him to go so he went to Australia and signed up there under a different name...
as he couldn’t write home in case he was found out she never knew what had happened to him for the whole 6 years or that he was in the war until he came home again..