DH and myself watched on BBC News channel, as the veterans marched, walked and went in wheelchairs, past the Cenotaph. We found it very moving and I had tears in my eyes.
My Dad was in the army in Burma and his best friend was shot by a Japanese sniper. His friend Billy was a prisoner for 3 years and said he could never forgive the Japanese nation.
My Dad was a young Cockney boy from London who had never been further than Southend before he was called up. He rarely spoke of his time in the Far East.
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