大象传媒

Six weeks after I was born my fathers bomber crashed and he was very badly burned. (He, his scarring and my mother are mentioned in a book called The Wooden Sword). One of my first memories is of visiting him with my mother while he was still in hospital having had skin grafts to rebuild his face. I must have been about two and a half years old, but I remenber having him pointed out to me in his ward and me stating that his bandages where the same colour (pink) as Mummys panties!

I was told that this embarrassed my mother...but amused my father and the other men in the ward.

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