My late father fought in Burma and Malaya during WW2. he was in the R.A.F Regiment. Their job was to consolidate airfields and 'deal' with any pockets of Japanese resistance...My dad never spoke of what went on, except once. I would like to share the story with you.
At one particular airfield mopping up was going on and about a dozen Japanese soldiers had been captured. My father was given the task of guarding them and to make it easier he ordered them all into a perimeter trench.
In this trench were a few 40gall oil drums. After a short time my father's C.O. came over and ordered my dad to get the prisoners to remove the oil drums from the trench, they refused......"Too heavy!" they mimed
My dad pointed his sten gun at them, still they refused. So laying down his weapon, my dad leapt into the trench and grabbed one of the oil drums and threw it out of the trench single handed!!
After seeing this amazing feat of strength from their enemy the prisoners set to with a will and struggled with the drums out of the trench.
It was only then that my dad noticed a solitary prisoner kneeling in the bottom of the trench, grabbing his sten my dad flung himself in to confront the man. Thinking he was about to be shot the prisoner started to cry and brought out photos of his wife and children to show my dad.
My dad put his gun down, sat by the man and took out photos of his own family and cried also...
Two hard, fighting men miles from home sitting side by side in a muddy trench sharing photos and crying. The futility of war, eh!
The oil drum my dad threw out of the trench to frighten the prisoners? It was the only one that was empty, but only my dad knew that!!
Thanks for bearing with me, perhaps your diorama could be based on consolidating airfields. That would be nice.
Ron