My dad's dad fought in Okinawa. He recovered a trunk from a burned down village. In it was a bunch of track and field gear, trophies, and a photo album. There were pictures in there from America; the kid in the pics once competed at the LA Coliseum, plus some stuff from NYC, like the Statue of Liberty and whatnot.
Gramp held on to it for forty some years.
During the olympics in '88, he contacted the local paper here and told them his story. They found the dude in the pics! He was some kind of sports official/ambassador in Japan. They flew the guy in and met at the newspaper's office, where my grandpa returned his stuff. They did a big story on it.
The guy was really nice and grateful to get his things back.
True story.