I thought KateAgain might like this, being a veteran and all.
Yesterday the lovely old WWII veteran who gave me an arm to cling to at a funeral a few week's ago introduced me to an even older friend of his.
I shall never complain again (well, I will, but his story put things in perspective for me).
He's 94, and spent three years as a Japanese POW.
He had a hellish experience, lost 7 stone, but survived because he could shoe horses and look after chooks. He'd steal the odd egg for a sick mate, get a beating and carry on.
(He didn't tell me the story.)
He came home, had a family - wife and two children now deceased, and still lives on his old dairy farm.
I've decided it's sometimes braver to keep living.
Yesterday the lovely old WWII veteran who gave me an arm to cling to at a funeral a few week's ago introduced me to an even older friend of his.
I shall never complain again (well, I will, but his story put things in perspective for me).
He's 94, and spent three years as a Japanese POW.
He had a hellish experience, lost 7 stone, but survived because he could shoe horses and look after chooks. He'd steal the odd egg for a sick mate, get a beating and carry on.
(He didn't tell me the story.)
He came home, had a family - wife and two children now deceased, and still lives on his old dairy farm.
I've decided it's sometimes braver to keep living.
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