Thinking of my Grandad today, and the men who gave their all for us in the Far East during SWW. Particularly those of XV Corps, whose stories I have become so familiar with in my research. Pictured: my Grandad and Kangaw in 2005.

Respectfully, young young granddad? More like grand zaddy

Thanks for reminding me it’s VJ Day Lucy. My dad fought and was wounded in Burma, he had to swim the Satang river at night wounded, when the bridge was blown behind him. In the morning he discovered he was on the same bank and had to swim it again. Rescued he was 6 stone in Poona hospital.