My father, who spent 3+ years with the Japanese as a WWII POW, would have loved to trade places with any Japanese person interned in the US, if even for a day.
When he returned to his parents’ doorstep, he was 88 pounds of skin and bones that his family literally did not recognize.
Respects. As did my dad. Rather than returning a victim, he became a self taught architect, built a successful business, suffered through recessions, sent all of his five kids to college. My mom lost her high school sweetheart husband in Europe before meeting my dad.
It was a generation that literally bled and died for us. Today’s snowflakes have no clue and are an absolute disgrace.