Reading up on the Japanese offensive in India in WWII for some work.
At this period a special jeep supply column was formed from a London Territorial Regiment. In its ranks were numbered many London taxi-drivers. General Messervy tells a story of one of these jeep crews. "All races produce tough, brave soldiers, but only the British soldier really has that sense of decency and kindly humanity which nothing can upset.
"A Jap was seen skulking in a bush near Jessami, by the side of the track. Out leapt the Gunners and seized him.
" 'Shall we kill the little bastard ? It's what he and his like deserve.'
" ' Oh, no, we can't. We'll take him back with us.'
"After a ' few hundred yards---"Ere, Tojo, you look pretty miserable. 'Ave a fag.'
"A mile farther on they had a puncture, and it was 'Come on, Tojo, give us a hand:'
"By the time Kohima was reached, 'Tojo' was a mascot, if not a friend."
From Anthony Brett-James' Ball of Fire: The Fifth Indian Division in the Second World War.
Seems there is always hope left somewhere in the world that people can just treat each other as people.
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