My grandmother was about nine or ten when the war was ending. She lived in the north of the Netherlands (Assen, to be precise).
At one point, as the allies were fighting themselves a way in, my grandmother and her family went into the shelter (Well, actually it was just the basement). Her older brother however, who wanted to see the fighting, went to the house of the local baker (from whose house you could see the battle more clearly). The bullets were flying trough the streets as he crossed it, but he did make it back alive. My grandmother also recalls German soldiers running trough her family backyard, to safety, as the allies were closing in.
When they were eventually liberated, there was a column of tanks kinda paraded on a square not far from her house. She, and many other children, went to see and greet the Canadian soldiers, and they received all sorts of sweets and chocolate. They also got a Canadian soldier quartered in their house, by the name of Anthony, if I remember correctly. She remembered his name, even after all those years.
So, maybe not a cool fighting story, but just an eyewitness account from someone who means a lot to me.
Canada
My grandpa and grand-uncle lived in Taiwan and they joined the Japanese Air Force to fight Nationalist China, as money was scarce and the Japanese paid it's pilots well compared to the Chinese, they had a family to feed you know. They flew for the whole war, I think together they had 7 kills against Chinese forces, and 12 American planes. Both survived the war, but many of their friends who they flew with died. Also they told me of how over the war, the quality of Japanese pilots decreased so much, in a training both of them "shot down" 10 Japanese new pilots at once, to none of them getting hit even. Both flew the Mk. 1 Zero. After the war they moved to Canada with there family
TLDR: I'm Chinese not Japanese