Survival - return

Liverpool docks. All the ships painted grey. Suddenly, a mass of greyness appeared, solid with former Japanese POWs, including him. All yellow bodies and yellow faces, emaciated, drained. How would you recognise your man, your son?

One couple had forward-planned. She held aloft one half of a yellow handkerchief and husband waved the other half.

His father had a plan too. He looked so strange holding up an umbrella so his son would see the family in a sea of welcoming faces waiting on the dock. But it worked.

But the reception he got was not what he needed...