This is a detailed account, told mainly in the form of the true letters and dairy notes of one young man¿s experience of World War II from the day he was ¿called up¿ to the day he returned home almost five years later. There are no heroics, no sex, and any drama is hidden between the lines. The letters to his wife, Gwen, are matter-of-fact, at times almost naïve, but often with a touch of humour. They were written in uncomfortable and sometimes primitive conditions from barrack rooms in England, India and Malaya, from the crowded decks of troopships and as censored postcards and letters from Japanese POW Camps in Singapore, Taiwan and Japan. They appear exactly as written. Nothing added, nothing taken away. Parts of the Diary and other notes written during the first 19 months of captivity were confiscated by the Imperial Japanese Army in Tokyo. The remainder were hidden and brought safely home. Harry Berry's wife Gwen, never gave up hope even though it was 18 months from the fall of Singapore before she received news of her husband. She kept all his letters, without which this small insignificant slice of 20th century history would never have been preserved for posterity!