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My mother and I had been living in South Burma planning to eventually meet my father, who had been imprisoned by the Japanese, when he was able. Suddenly all the Japanese soldiers disappeared overnight and everywhere was so quiet. We were all frightened. We heard a plane flying over. It was low and sent out a shower of leaflets telling us that the was over, the Japanese had been defeated. Everyone was happy and celebrating noisily. Throughout the war my Burmese mother and I stayed with my grandparents and had no knowledge of my English father or my brother. One day a jeep stopped outside our house, and a gentleman in uniform accompanied with the local headman asked for Mrs and Miss Fisher. Mum and I jumped for joy when he told us that Dad was alive and he was waiting for us in Rangoon. Two assistants escorted out my father to meet us, we could see him but father could not see us because he was blind. His blindness was caused by malnutrition. Father had been released by the Allied forces from a POW camp on the Thai/Burma border, where he had worked on the "Railway Of Hell". We left Burma for back home to England.

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