My father was an artilleryman with the 555th Field Artillery, 105 mm Howitzer battalion. He was stationed at Scofield Barracks during the attack on Pearl Harbor, narrowly missed getting hit by a strafing run. Later island-hopped all the way across, Guadalcanal, Phillipines also, and some other places I don't have details on. Later, spent some time in Japan after the surrender. Then Korea. He went through all that, and then was brought down by lung cancer from all those Lucky Strikes. Wouldn't it be funny if they had met??