My grandfather flew P-40s out of Nadzab and a string of other bush strips in PNG - often the strips were in front of the frontline (there wasn't really a frontline) and they had Japanese soldiers inside the wire so to speak. Two stories he told me. The first was a Japanese soldier chasing another pilot out of the bush with his sword. He'd gone to do a number 2 and whilst his pants were around his ankles the Jap had jumped out and tried to stab him. The other pilots shot the Jap and apparently a whole new meaning to shit oneself was born. The second story was coming in to land and as it was wet season, the only dry area was on the landing strip. The band was rehearsing for some officer coming to visit the next day. The problem was that the strip was over a rise in the middle, so you couldn't see from one end to the other. My grandfather came in to land and the band didn't see him. He said he almost decapitated the tuba player who only survived by diving head first into the mud on the side of the runway and was stuck head down in it... he also got bad malaria thanks to a supply ship with malarial tablets being sunk - which made flying whilst feverish interesting... i wish I had asked for more stories.