I sometimes wonder at the degree to which those whose home is in the South Pacific read and study about WWII...Then I remember that while we here in the States enjoyed full employment for the war effort, after the initial attack on Pearl, the war to us was never again as close as it was for those Down Under for the entire duration of the war.
My father, too old to serve, was employed making bomb casings, working seven days a week for months at a time. He had a single Sunday off, and a pocket full of money to spend on furniture, but no retailers were open on Sunday. He was able to phone a store owner in San Francisco, who met him and opened his store just for him. I was too young to remember that, but my mother never tired of recanting the story!
I'm sure there are those in the South Pacific whose WWII memories are considerably more personal than mine.