Was that really me, signed his life away fresh-faced, innocent marched North then sailed East to unknown seas? Fuelled by anticipation, anchored by camaraderie, that boy who crawled through jungle deep weathered Burma heat and nightmarish infestations, adrenaline pumping infiltrated enemy lines unarmed, feckless nursed fears with booze adopted false bravado. Was that really me, … Continue reading Was That Really Me?