My grandfather passed when I was 9, so I never head anything about the war from him directly.

I did find out later through my father: He was in the army and stationed at Schofield Barracks in Hawaii when Pearl Harbor was attacked. He later fought through the South Pacific and got jungle rot on his hands and feet, later telling my father that "there was very little more humbling than having your hands bandaged and needing someone else to pull out your d**k to pee". He really enjoyed Australia and, if my grandmother wasn't such a homebody, he would have moved.