I worked with a guy, or should I say I worked for a guy, when I was a student worker at A&M that often told stories about his brother in WWII. His brother had been in either an Army Engineering outfit or maybe a Sea Bee outfit. I honestly can't remember. But at the end of the war he was somewhere in the Far East or maybe the Pacific and most of his contemporaries or coworkers really wanted to get back stateside but there was still a lot to do be done apparently. As he was single and had no kids he was offered a job supervising the contracted disposal of a bunch of stuff, but the hitch was he had to stay on until finished in order to get a final lump bonus sum or something like that.
Bill, the guy I worked with, told stories of his brother pushing planes, bulldozers, and all kinds of things off of cliffs, burying them in trenches and what not. Prolly in the 2 years I worked for him he related stuff maybe 4 or 5 times. Several folks, myself included, called BS on exaggeration and what not.
Bills brother ended up moving to an assisted living place and Bill and his wife went to his home to help sort things out. Upon returning Bill brought in a photo album filled with all kinds of pics taken abroad by his brother. My gosh, it was true about them/him destroying bulldozers and planes. We didn't know where the pics were taken, but it appeared that Bill's brother served out of the country until early 1947. And there were pics of thousands of planes, multitudes of tanks, bulldozers and other equipment buried or scrapped or pushed off cliffs into the water. It was beyond impressive. Bill said the only reason there was photos is that they had to take pics of the proof.
He said his brother was able to send several nice radios and some other hand held stuff back to his family in the states. But to my dying day I will remember seeing those pictures and it blew me away.
Where the topic of conversation came up was that we worked in the ME/CE machine shop and being the student worker I was the defacto gofer. About once a month or so I would have to go to the Riverside campus and pick up 2 gallon tin jugs of some kind of rancid animal grease that was labeled "industrial lubricant", we used it on the manual lathes and when they would heat up they would burn this stuff and it smelled terrible. Well those jugs had dates from the 40's and the 50's on them and were army surplus. And there was cases and cases of them, and this was 1987/88. At one time Bill said that Riverside campus had a ton of stuff out there of all kinds of things.