Thanks for your reply. I'm certain that my father was one of those men that you remember being transferred to other ships. He once told me how he wondered why he was getting strange looks from some of the other soldiers after he was picked up out of the water. Apparently, they thought he was covered in blood, then he got a look at himself and realized that he was covered from head to toe in oil. He also told me a story how, because my father couldn't swim very well, that he was trying to get on a lifeboat that was filled with officers, and that one officer in particular wouldn't let him on, and actually pointed a gun at my father until he let go. To this day, that still makes him mad!
You made that day seem very vivid, and i'm a little choked up right now. My father is a very different man now. He is suffering from Parkinsons and can barely communicate, which is painful for us all. I wish I could go back in time and know him then. I'll tell my dad your story. I know he'll like hearing it.
And whoever had the nerve to tell you not to call them Japs, is probably someone who has never been on the front lines of anything, much less sacrificing their life for their country. You fought them for us, call them what you want!