And forget the Alamo of the Pacific (Wake Island) too, I guess.
I remember back in about ‘87 I was going to Hawaii for a special two weeks vacation. My dad and mom had been two years prior. My dad, a decorated WWII Master Sgt., had told me how he was particularly warning me about my planned visit to the Arizona memorial. He said to be ready, there were going to be Japanese there who had no sense of this being a memorial to the dead. They would be kidding around taking pictures and laughing with an inappropriate festive level of animation. He said he had had to leave after just a few minutes — his level of rage was about to overcome him.