Remembering VJ Day
When you go home don’t worry about what to tell your loved ones and friends about service in Asia. No one will know where you were, or where it is if you do. You are, and will remain “The Forgotten Army.” ― attributed to General Slim.
My Mum often told me how hard it was for her, when everyone was celebrating VE Day, not because she wasn’t of course delighted, but because her sweetheart, my Dad was serving in Burma, with the Royal Engineers, and for him the war was not over. So remembering VJ Day is a matter of importance for me.
He’s on the right in the foreground of this photo.
This is the letter she sent to Dad, on hearing the news he was coming home, in November 1945, Marian was his older sister.
The letter arrived too late for Dad, he was on a ship home by the time it arrived. It was sent safely back to blighty, to his sisters address. I think Mum would be cross with me for posting her letter on the World Wide Web, but then again she wouldn’t want anyone to forget either.
Dad used to tell just a few war stories, the same ones often! But I’m pretty sure they were what he considered palatable, we never got to hear the full story, he came close once, to telling my brother, but stopped when he became tearful, and he had nightmare throughout the rest of his life.
My Dad died eighteen years ago, when Joe was just a few weeks old and Tom was two years old, so sadly they have no memory of him. Joe got his A Level exam results on Thursday, and of course it was one of those moments that you want to phone mum and dad and tell them the news: looking at these photos, maybe it shouldn’t come as any surprise that Joe has chosen to do a degree in civil engineering… As they say around here ‘what’s in the tree comes out in the branches’.