This is my father's army tin trunk from the 2nd World War: my parents were married when my father was on embarkation leave in November 1942. In January 1943, my father was sent with the Royal Fusiliers to India (my parents didn't see each other again until March 1946), but then he was ordered to make his way (with five comrades) to join the Lincolnshire Regiment in the Arakan, Burma where there was fierce fighting. His Company attempted to relieve the 'Admin. Box' which was surrounded by Japanese (the Battle of the Admin Box): his Company Commander was killed (he received a posthumous VC) and my father was shot through the arm by a bullet which ended up in his Bren gun magazine which stopped it going into his chest (if the magazine had exploded I wouldn't be here). On top of the box, I have put my father's bush hat, his holster and his Kukri. The year before my father died, he wrote a 36-page account of his war years: reading it I'm amazed at how a young man of 24 who'd lived all his life in England, travelled around India and Burma taking every chance to see the country, survived jungle warfare, and was left with an abiding respect for India and its people.