A friend of mine originally from Minnesota told me of his dad in WW2.
He was an electricians mate on a CVE - Escort / Jeep Carrier in the Pacific.
Tom said his dad didn't talk much about his service and as an Escort Carrier they were not designed to be in full battle like Enterprise / Coral Sea / Yorktown etc. Their role was to ensure that Fast Attack carriers had the planes required and to support invasions / provide aircraft for newly invaded islands.
On shore leave in New Zealand his dad took a bus from the city they were in way way out into the countryside just to be away from it all.
Stopping at a small village he talked with someone and he talked about growing up in Minnesota and about going fishing when ever he could.
A fishing rod mysteriously appeared and a suggestion of where the best spot was in a local river.
Plan was to spend hours there, if he caught a fish then good, but after less than an hour a man appeared reminding him that he was required to have a licence for fishing and he was responsible for checking them. His presence was known to everybody in the village.
Not knowing whether he had committed a major offence, he was then shocked when guy sat down beside him for a chat. After while got up to leave telling him "as it was first offense he would allow him off" and hopefully when he returns next time he buys one and shook his hand and left.
After a good days fishing he returned the fishing rod and relayed his meeting and got told, yup he saw you and came asking who you were, then decided he should go up and wanted to say hello.