When I was 12, I met a Kamakazi. The war ended the day before he was to fly his mission. At the time I met him, he was a bigwig on the Japanese national railroad and was here studying the American railroad.
He told me the day before the war ended his best friend flew his own mission and that prior to taking off had cut off his left hand pinky finger and given it to him to remember him by. He said it was in a shrine at his home to that day.
“No cut off finger! Take Polaroid!”
“....that prior to taking off had cut off his left hand pinky finger and given it to him to remember him by.”
It must have been properly terrifying to fight these guys.