My father worked with a guy that survived the Bataan death march. If a group of them went to lunch & the driver had a Japanese car, he refused to get in it.
My Dad was in HK island in ‘41 when the Japanese were invading. He could hear the artillery shells aimed at the Brits passing overhead. My Grandad sent him to Macau for secondary school to get him out of harm’s way. My Mom’s family was in Shanghai during the occupation. My Aunt was knocked over by the shock wave of a stick of Japanese bombs that landed somewhat close by. They absolutely HATED the Japanese for decades after.