I've had several occasions where 7 or 8 Japanese unit remnants were completely surrounded by my 5th Marines--"Break out the hibachi, boys. We're servin' up fried Jap. Hope you like 'em extra crispy." I like my flamethrowers, too. My, my, we're feeling bloodthirsty today, aren't we?

(Please note that I don't harbor any bad feelings against our current Japanese allies, unless, of course, you start talking about Pearl Harbor.)