We have finally reached the end of the sequence of diaries that I planned to put online. It consists of 612 diary entries covering 7 years and 4 months, from before the outbreak of World War 2 to a year after its ending, and April 1946 sees my father sailing, once more, for India. His stay there lasts little over a year, as Partition forces the dismemberment of the Indian Army, and he returns to a job with the Royal Army Service Corps in the British Army in the UK – certainly not a glamorous job, but all that remained for many soldiers and pilots who had given the best part of their youth defending the Empire.
However, the past seven years has seen him achieve his two principal goals – he has survived, and he has found a girl to settle down with. So, in a sense, the remaining diary entries (which last in substantially the same format until the early 1960s), have a less interesting narrative. He died in 1971.
However, as a coda, I am publishing Angela’s (my mother’s) wonderful account of how she met him, and how she suddenly had to uproot from everything she knew to sail to India alone on a troopship with a three month old baby. She is now a grand old 94 (95 in 12 days time). I will leave her to finish off the story…