Yep thecommandernj, They sound pretty similar. Im sad to hear yours isnt with us anymore.
My father was 11 years old in 1939 so you can imagine what a huge effect it had on his life. I've always thought it must've been the perfect age to be at that time, getting the excitement without being old enough to fully appreciate the horrors going on around you. Maybe thats why until recently whenever I'd visit him we'd always end up taking about the war. I suppose thats where my interest was sparked originally, all his stories and memories. It was nice to have a shared interest and swap books.
He lived in Croydon throughout the war and still lives there today. He'd talk about his shrapnel collection and watching the docklands fires (over 10 miles away) lighting up the sky during the blitz. He has some pretty good tales to tell, many from a child's perspective such as when a large gasometer (thats a huge gas storage tank the size of a 5/6 story building) just down the road was hit in an air raid. He describes it as looking like an huge firework going up and you could feel the heat on your face 1/4 mile away. The following day they found all the hedges on the estate had been scorched and there where little balls of metal everywhere from the molten metal raining down. Digging anderson shelters in the garden and watching the fighters taking off from Croydon Airport (then the largest airport in England). Spitfires, Hurricanes and Me109's dogfighting right over head, leaving contrails in the sky and cheering when a German plane was shot down. My uncle claims he was chased and strafed by a German plane while on his bike... but he does has a habit for telling whoppers ::)
Croydon is 10 miles south of London on the path to the coast so it caught a lot for bombing, V1's & V2's. He'd describe the drone of the V1 doodlebugs as they buzzed over head, saying you only got worried when the engine cut out. He still has a newspaper cutting of the time showing a V1 technical diagram.
My dad wasnt 18 until 1946 so missed the war but did his 2 years national service in the pay corps rising to Sergeant. He was due to be sent to the Middle East just before the 1947 revolt there. Fortunately (for me I guess) he was recalled for compassionate leave as his mother was terminally ill. Funny how things turn out.
Unfortunately these last few years he's suffered badly from dementia so he's isnt quite the same guy I grew up with. I wished I'd nagged him more to write up all his great memories while he still could.
He also thought the lack for any WW2 teaching in school was appalling. I never received any during my whole 14 years in education (other than an art history teacher bitching about the RAF destroying some important work of art in Dresden ::)) Apparently it was more important to learn about Roman soldiers, dinosaurs, cavemen, rainforests, medieval kings & queens.... but not WW2. For such an important event that has shaped our current lives, it was totally overlooked.
You mentioned Japanese denial... i have a related story. I work for a vehicle breakdown company and occasionally we get days out to the manufactures head offices. Its mostly a rather dull half day of "history of the company" follwed after lunch by a chance to drive the car, obviously what everyone has gone for

. Mitsubishi followed the norm and was telling us how their company came about (strangely skipping over the mid 1930's - mid 1940's... funny that) and that they dont just make cars. The guy giving the lecture tried to get us to name some other well know products that they make. Now I dont know about you guys or where you live but in the UK they're only really know for cars, so we sat there like a bunch of frightened school kids too nervous to talk. But the guy just wouldnt let it go and refused to move on until one of us came up with the goods. It was getting pretty uncomfortable so i put my hand up (he siged with relief) and said the only other Mitsubishi that came to mind.... "Err well there's the Mitsubishi Zero..... You know the WW2 fighter plane.... they were pretty good weren't they..." :-[ The guy visibly went ridged, turned purple and I seriously believe if i hadnt been surrounded by 20 work colleagues I would have disappeared that day and never been seen again

Its nice to know I did my part
Sorry for the ramble but thats today's lesson folks, dont take your parents for granted, they wont be there forever.