WWII struck home for me when I visited the Arizona. You see the footage in a theater with seats. Then you’re (or, you were) carted off to ferry over to the memorial. Grown men wept. The noise of that explosion. All those people.
Foreign military were visiting when I went.
My folks had friends killed in Honolulu. My folks NEVER bought anything Japanese for the rest of their lives.
When I visited the Arizona Memorial, there were many Japanese tourists there.