Sumdumguy wrote: ↑
Mon May 28, 2018 6:09 pm
My Grandfather was a P.O.W. in the Philippines. He "worked" on the japanese fighter planes. By work, I mean he would over-weld critical components on them, I want to say oil pans. He said that he never found out if any of them came down, but he was doing his part. He was 220lbs when he went in and 80lbs when he got back to the states, it got bad towards the end of the war.
I wonder if he knew my grandfather? My grandfather was there at the same time, although when the war ended he stayed, and worked for the state department. Then he was captured by the communist chinese during their revolution (he was basically running guns from Manila into China to supply Chiang Kai-Shek's forces), and ended up in a POW camp in china for several years. He was eventually traded back in one of those classic cold war trades, but in Hong Kong instead of Berlin (the british had captured a chinese spy and let the US trade the chinese guy back for my grandfather), in the 50's.
But my real hero was my grandmother, who was Phillipino. After my grandfather was captured in China, she packed up their two young children (my mother and her brother shared one passport with no photo on it--which is a crazy thing to see) and moved the USA, a country she'd never been to. She literally knocked on my grandfather's family's front door in Greenville, Mississippi, with a three year old and an infant, having never met any of her in-laws before. Then she raised the children for another three years in a foreign country, waiting for him to come home. Which he eventually did. His career (working for the state department) later took him to Iran in the 70's (he was on the last plane out before the embassy was captured), Saudi Arabia in the late 70's and 80's, Turkey in the 80's...and she went with him to each and every posting.