I attended the ceremony in Barkers pool, on the occasion of the 70th Anniversary of VJ Day. I probably had more reason for being there than some, having served with Wingate’s Chindits in 1944, a force which operated behind enemy lines.
I looked and asked around for anyone who served in Burma and I couldn’t find anyone.
Was I the only one?
What are the odds of meeting up with one’s own brother thousands of miles from home.
I was stationed near Poona, unbeknown to me, my brother was on leave there.
Knowing my regiment he approached some of our lads, asking them to pass on a message to meet him the following Saturday.
I duly arrived at the appointed place. We stood facing each other a few yards apart having not seen each other for about four years. I was now 21.
My brother walks towards me and says: are you Maurice Lindley?
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