My dad was born in Singapore to a German father and Malaysian mother as the Japanese invaded Singapore his father and brothers were taken as prisoners of war, dad managed to evacuate to India where he joined the RAF, at the end of the war he was de-mobbed in Liverpool, with his suit and cash in his pocket he got a train to London were he got his first job serving ice cream at London zoo. He later met my mum at a joint friends house party, they bought a home in Essex and after the death of two children at very young ages along came my two older sisters and eventually me.
Dad passed 6 years ago and the one regret I have is I didn’t take better notes when ever he talked in detail about his life.