All my uncle Joe needed in WWII was a pair of pliers. He had a tobacco tin full of Japanese teeth from Saipan and Iwo Jima. All of them glittering with gold fillings. I asked him how he came by so many and he admitted he didn't have the stomach for that sort of thing but a lot of guys who were able to go ashore did and he was a very good poker player.
That all came to light one time when my aunt was looking for hardware or something and happened to get that old tin down from a shelf in the garage. When she realized what she was peering at in the can she yelped and teeth went everywhere all over the garage.
