The following story of Charles Weston, my uncle, (right) is told in the poignant words of my father.
"Uncle Charles was a POW on the Bridge of the River Kwai — at least it was a bridge when the hundreds of POWs had finished it. Conditions were dreadful, 100s died through lack of food, mostly slops, no solids. Charles had beri-beri, dysentery, ulcers and malaria.
After the atomic bomb fell on Japan, the POWs on the bridge were taken to Singapore and stayed in Changhai jail until shipped home. My Mum and Dad never expected to see him again.
In 1942 they got a card through the Red Cross — from the War Minister which read “Regret to inform you that your son has been posted missing”. Dad packed up work and the news broke him — he was never the same again.
It was at Christmas 1943 that Mum got a card from the Red Cross with a few words “I am safe and well” — “Safe” yes…..”Well” - Certainly Not.
I" was so sorry for Charles, as he arrived in Liverpool with no-one able to meet him. I was in Burma and my mother could not leave my Dad. You were just a baby and Mum could not go. It was lonely homecoming for a POW".
Charles and my father John Weston were close as brothers and had these nicknames for one another - "Ace" and "Mel". Unfortunately I failed to ask my father about the origin of the names and neither my cousin Janice nor I have been able to find out anything. Were Mel and Ace popular radio characters, for instance? I would love to know, if anyone out there has any idea?
Below is a long letter Charles wrote to my father in November 1945. It starts "Dear Mel" and is signed "Keep batting - Ace".
|Brothers - John and Charles Weston|
|I am the shivering little bridesmaid, standing in front of my elegant mother |
with my father on her right.