He was stationed on Corregidor. During the Japanese artillery bombardment, he was injured when he dragged some of his men to safety from the shelling. His leg became gangrenous, and a U.S. Army surgeon sawed it of in a cave there. When the Philippines were liberated, he weighed 95 pounds, at 6'3". Actually, that injury saved his life, because if he had two legs, he would have been sent to a labor camp, and most of those who worked in the labor camps died. He told us, his family: "Never forget."

Now that's what I call courage.

I have read an awful lot of the diaries and accounts of it all.

And after the war was over and the trials began for war crimes, that all petered out because the U.S. wanted Japan as an eventual trading partner. Many war criminals went free.

your government's job, our job, is to go and get you and bring you home safely and not worry about what you had to do to not be killed or tortured by your captors.

You don't say that a POW should not betray his fellow captives. There is such a thing as honor above personal safety.

they can just torture it out of the POW. everyone has their breaking point.