Dad: My brother was working on Saipan, clearing up the piles of munitions that were sitting around after the end of WWII. His commanding officer was a horrible son-of-a-bitch. And the enlisted men thought this lieutenant was determined to have them killed on some suicidal bomb disposal job. So they had this Japanese rifle and all they needed was the right ammunition. And you know there were still Japanese living in caves, launching the occasional surprise attack….

Me: So your brother (my uncle) and his friends planned to murder someone. That’s what your telling me here.

Dad: Well they never found the right bullets.