My dad was with the BEF in 1939 in France and I think Belgium{it was very difficult to get him to talk, but mum opened up a tiny bit more), he got away from Dunkirk, only to end up in Singapore and was there when it fell to the Japanese in 1942. He again escaped and ended up in Sri Lanka, most of his comrades however were captured and ended up on the Burma Railway. He and mum tried to find the graves of those who had perished on that infamous line in Changi Cemetery with little success........ he was quite devastated, the staff there being less than helpful. On November 11th. 1984 dad presented a banner from the Derby British Legion to the Malvern branch in Melbourne Australia of the Returned Services League (RSL), he was so proud and I was a blubbering jelly!! I, Johnster was born in 1946 and like you have never experienced war( thank God....and I am an Atheist but do not know how else to put it!!) but I will never be able to thank enough, those men and women who served to give us the life we live today. We whinge and moan about life today and yes, some of is shite but compared to our forefathers it ain't all bad.
Mike