Jut-jawed Jock the time warp

Veteran recounts his tale

When taken by the Japanese

In World War Two


He merely hints at arduous

Events for him but squint’s

His eyes as if he’s peering out

Through bamboo glades to

Recollect the plot


He speaks about the

Journalist in labour camp

Who kept a daily log – and

Could have lost his head


Instead bitter sweet those

Memories of release when

US Troops arrived and seized the

Priceless memoirs - never to

Blush in the light of day again

◄ Timewise.

Fresh. ►


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Patricia and Stefan Wilde

Sun 19th Dec 2010 12:58

the subject for a lot of people is a wound that may never heal-my Father was p.o.w in Italy about the time of the battle for Monte Cassino-according to him he had it lightly in comparison to some of his friends in Japanese hands-very moving poem-thank you.

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Sun 19th Dec 2010 11:45

Greg - thanks for commenting on the poem Plagiarism. I will contact you separately re: JJJ who like Johnny Walker is still going strong at 94 - who knows their paths may have crossed in bamboo glades

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Greg Freeman

Sun 19th Dec 2010 10:31

I liked "peering out / through bamboo glades to / recollect the plot". Interested in this, Phil, as my dad was a POW in Thailand at the hands of the Japanese. I posted a poem about it,

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