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My dad’s introduction to the Japanese was when a Kamikaze flew mere feet over his gun emplacement and smacked into the top of the #3 turret on the Maryland and killing a dozen or so of his fellows.
A few feet lower it would have hit the side of the turret and killed him.
He survived the war and was later stationed in Japan several times.
Funny thing, after all that, he liked and respected them.
Americans are an odd people.