In the pre-dawn hours of April 5, 1943, the Fletcher-class destroyer USS O'Bannon closed rapidly on a radar contact.
Realizing they had just rushed up on a surfaced Japanese submarine, the O'Bannon maneuvered hard to reach firing position.
As both crews ran to their gunnery stations, a few of the O'Bannon's crew began the engagement with what they had at hand...they threw potatoes at the enemy sub.
Yeah, seems a few of the mess boys were on deck, peeling spuds under a beautiful Pacific sky when the captain sounded battle stations.
In the dark, the Japanese had no idea what was whanging off their hull but, believing them to be grenades, spent precious seconds lobbing the potatoes back at the American ship.
The sub was sunk, and the crew of the O'Bannon was awarded a plaque from the Maine Potato Growers Association for their ingenuity and courage under fire.
The preceding story is true, but my question is if you read it in a work of fiction would you believe it?