I found my father’s suitcase of letters, photos and memorabilia when clearing the family home. I have so much! Including his rice rations box, newspaper articles claiming he is missing/dead, letters written into the void hoping he may be alive, items from his repatriation voyage etc etc
So much of this confirmed the many stories I listened to while growing up.
He was held in Japan and was part of the forced labour in the mines near Nagasaki. He always said that he saw the mushroom cloud and luckily the wind blew in the other direction !
I don’t want his story to die and as I too grow older, I want to somehow pass this on.
