I'm just guessing at the date. It was some time in 1984.
I saw the Burma Star Choir in Guelph. The president of the Burma Star Association, who I think was Air Vice Marshal Sir Bernard Chacksfield, was with them and he explained, still stand ramrod straight, during a pause how he brought a poet who wrote the lyrics of one song out of a Japanese prison after the end of the war. "We flew him out", like the poet was Orpheus being flown out of hell by a charitable god.
When he was walking by himself down the stairs with a cane, with just me there, he stumbled a little and I heard something squeak, maybe an artificial limb or knee brace or replacement. He looked at me with a shy smile.
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