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The first few years of my life were spent with my Mother and Grandparents as my father was a Japanese Prisoner of War.

I remember the day my Mother and myself went to the staion to meet after the war had finished. We waited, but could not see my Father, unfortunately he was there, on the platform and my Mother did not recognise him. He came and spoke to us and I well remember going behind a stone pillar in the station to look at this strange person who was nothing like the photograph I had looked at during the war.

Later my Father said that if there had been a train at the platform he would have got on and left.

He is still alive today and still talks of his experiences on ' The Railway@

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