5 Shocking Ways Enemies Worked Together During Times of War

As Brown attempted to maintain control of the aircraft, he took a quick glance out the window. To his dismay, he saw a German Messerschmitt piloted by 2nd Lt. Franz Stigler, an ace fighter out on an extended revenge spree to avenge his brother August, who was killed early in the war by American pilots. Resigned to his fate, Brown looked his would-be-executioner in the eyes as he ... gave Brown a friendly nod and escorted his aircraft to safety. What the fuck?

The minute Franz Stigler heard the B-17 engine sputtering over his airbase, he had every vengeful intention of putting a million lead suppositories into its butthole, which would also round up his high score and earn him the German equivalent of the Medal of Honor. But when he maneuvered his plane for the kill shot, it became apparent that Brown and his crew were incapable of putting up any resistance. Their plane was riddled with holes, their gunner was dead and the survivors were all huddled in the flying steel coffin tending to their wounds.

To Stigler, to kill them wouldn't only be unfair; it would be equal to murder, which was unacceptable for the German pilot who lived by the warrior code of honor. And so, he began to fly in formation with the bomber, tricking German anti-air crews below into thinking that it was one of their own captured B-17s. He did this until they reached the North Sea, at which point Stigler gave the grateful Americans one last salute and returned back to base. Brown eventually landed safely in Allied territory.

Forty years later, the two pilots were miraculously able to find each other and actually became the best of friends, calling each other brothers and even going on numerous fishing trips together. And all because in 1943, Stigler remembered the movie tagline-esque words of one of his commanding officers, who said, "You fight by rules to keep your humanity."

If that wasn't enough, during the march, a Japanese soldier spotted Tonelli's Notre Dame class ring and demanded he hand it over. At first he refused, as the ring symbolized his good ol' days when he played football for the Fighting Irish and in 1937 even made an awe-inspiring 70-yard run in the fourth quarter against USC to set his team up for the winning touchdown, which he also scored. But when one of his friends convinced him that his ring wasn't worth dying over, Tonelli reluctantly gave it up.

A few minutes later, however, Tonelli was surprised to see a Japanese officer walking toward him, ring in hand. The unnamed Japanese officer confirmed Tonelli's identity and then, in perfect English, went on to explain to him that he had attended USC and was an avid fan of American football. In fact, he had actually been present at the very same game during which Tonelli made his inspirational run because, dammit, this whole experience was so depressing, the least we could get out of it is a potential Hanks-Spielberg movie script.

Since the Japanese officer knew how much it meant to Tonelli and was so impressed by his feat of athleticism, he decided to give the ring back. He warned Tonelli to hide it though as it was unlikely he would be there the next time someone tried to take it from him. Tonelli understood and kept the ring well hidden in a soap dish, only taking it out when he felt like giving up hope. Though he never saw the Japanese officer again, the ring ended up being Tonelli's main motivation to survive the next three years of hell, after which he was finally rescued, due in no small part to one unexpected, star-struck football fan.

And yet, when the Imperial Russian and German troops fighting in the Kovno-Wilna-Minsk region found themselves at the mercy of starved-out wolves during the winter of 1916-17, they instead turned the whole ordeal into an after-school special about how neat-o it is to put aside your differences and work together.

The wolves in question were reportedly larger and stronger than any other such animal the Germans or Russians had ever seen and withstood all attempts at keeping them at bay, including grenades, poison, and even machine guns. Regardless of how many wolves the soldiers seemed to kill, a new pack of equally vicious beasts would take their spot and wreak havoc, almost as if they were some werewolf-cockroach crossbreed.

So when it got to the point when both sides couldn't accomplish the objectives set out by their commanders, the Russians and Germans were given permission to sign a truce during which all fighting ceased. Instead of killing each other, the two sides channeled their inner Liam Neeson and went to kick some wolf ass together on a giant, German-Russian wolf hunt.

Now that all of their efforts were put toward eradicating this menace, the soldiers made progress by working arm in arm with guys they had just tried to kill a little while back. By the time they were done, hundreds of wolves had been killed, and the few that remained hightailed it out of there as fast as their four legs would let them. Like all good things though, the truce eventually came to an end, proving that the only thing it will apparently take to bring humanity together is the threat of a common, unstoppable enemy. Man, where is a real-life alien invasion when you need one?

En route to the castle, the team came across their first obstacle when they ran into a group of Wehrmacht soldiers, or as Lee probably referred to them, target practice. To his disappointment, though, the Germans not only surrendered to the Americans, they outright joined them. Their leader, Major Josef Gangl, talked to Lee and immediately volunteered his soldiers to assist with the extraction of the French prisoners held in Castle Itter, even disarming a bridge bomb for the U.S. troops along the way. Now, it's important to note that Gangl was prooobably only doing this to earn some Brownie points with the Allies after realizing that he was wearing the wrong-colored uniform just as the war was wrapping up.

Nonetheless, Lee accepted his help and the alternative history buff's wet dream set out for the castle. Once there, however, they found A) the castle abandoned by the guards, and B) themselves in the crosshairs of the 17th SS Panzergrenadier Division sent to the castle to kill the prisoners. Lee, his handful of men and one tank were now forced to defend the castle from one of the most elite German fighting groups ever. They also had to deal with Gangl's soldiers, who by then were already sharpening their bayonets to slit the Americans' throats when they weren't looking, right?

Wrong. Showing way more trustworthiness than you'd expect from a Nazi, Major Gangl and his men decided to uphold their commitment to the Americans and fought side by side with them. As the SS troops began pouring out of the woods trying to storm the castle's gates with machine guns and antitank rockets, the Wehrmacht unit quickly took up defensive positions and fired upon their fellow Germans. And when they ran out of bullets, they retreated to the castle keep, ready to fight bayonet to bayonet, hand to hand until the last man fell, simply because they had given their word.

Thankfully, just as the attackers readied for the final push into the castle, an American relief force arrived and eliminated the remaining SS. When the smoke cleared, several Wehrmacht soldiers were dead, including Major Gangl himself. Hey, if doing the right thing didn't come with some risk, we wouldn't make such a big deal out of it. Still, we should finish this up on one with a happier ending ...

On May 2, 1992, during the early stages of the Yugoslav Wars, which would turn out to be one of the most brutal conflicts of the 20th century, the Yugoslav National Army (JNA) attempted to take over the Bosnian capital of Sarajevo. They failed and were eventually brought down by the Bosnian Territorial Defense in what came to be known as the Dobrovoljacka Street attack. When the fighting ceased, dozens of Serbs were dead, and the soldiers who survived were forced to march to a makeshift prison, with the 19-year-old Aco Nenadic among them.

But as Nenadic was being escorted, he was approached by a Bosnian soldier who whispered to him, "Don't be afraid; just keep quiet. As long as I'm here, you will stay alive." After overcoming his initial, terrified assumption that he had unwillingly just acquired a new boyfriend, Aco Nenadic suddenly realized that he was talking to his old friend Hasan Jusovic.

Jusovic and Nenadic actually used to serve together in the Yugoslavian army, but when the country's various republics began fighting for sovereignty, Jusovic knew he had to go and fight with his fellow countrymen, so he devised a plan to desert into Bosnia. Risking a court martial, Nenadic helped Jusovic escape, saying goodbye to his friend for the last time, or so he thought.

When Jusovic saw that his old buddy was among the captured Dobrovoljacka Street soldiers, he knew he had to save him. When they got to the prison, Jusovic convinced his commanding officer to release the Serbian soldier to him, explaining that he owed him a favor. Nenadic then went on to live with Jusovic and his family for the next month pretending to be Muslim, while the JNA continued to bomb the ever-loving crap out of the surrounding area. Taking into account the ethnic cleansing of Muslim Bosnians (like Hasan) that was already on its way back then, this would be like a Jewish family hiding a German soldier in the middle of World War II.

In the end, Aco Nenadic managed to escape into Serbian territory, survived the war, and eventually reunited with his friend 17 years later.

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