This one is a bit of a cheat because it isn't exactly in my family tree......My uncle was a prisoner of war in Taiwan, in the notorious Kinkeseki camp. Sadly, like so many, he died of beri-beri, but there were some who managed somehow to survive the terrible conditions until the end of the war.
Once the Japanese had surrendered, it took some time to get relief to the remaining prisoners, but at last American planes arrived with desperately needed food and medical supplies, which were dropped from the air. Yes, you've guessed it – several starving prisoners of war were actually crushed to death by the Red Cross crates that landed. Apparently the planes were flying too low for the crates' parachutes to open properly.
What a terrrible irony, to survive the horrors they had come through only to be killed like that.
Jane