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2876725
Private
James Donaldson Masson
Gordon Highlanders
2nd Bn.
Japanese POW
Singapore
Thailand-Burma Railway
Died
Age: 24
3rd July 1943
While working on the Thailand-Burma Railway
Loved Ones
Son of Helen Masson (dec), and stepson of Lewis Reid (dec) of Methven. Perthshire.
Loved brother of Charlie (dec), John (dec), Margeret (dec), Lewis (dec), Arthur (dec), Helen, Diana (dec), Elizabeth (dec), and all partners and families.
Rest easy we are very proud of you
Memorial
8. L. 49.
KANCHANABURI WAR CEMETERY
Special Parade
by
Frederick Noel Taylor
The bugle played the men fell in
Some of them tired and all of them thin,
Patched up shirts and shorts they wore,
Some with less, but none with more,
Bandaged arms and legs by scores,
Old rags that covered their ulcered sores,
Others straight from the malaria bed
With pains in their feet and in their head,
Everyone who could walk was there.
Dark sunken eyes fixed in a stare.
In two lines the men fell in,
And not one was wearing a grin,
Everyone was grim and stern
You wonder why, well you shall learn,
Not a word on that parade was spoken,
Not a word or familiar joke,
Jesting and joking were far apart
For each one there had an ache in his heart.
No funeral march with it's plaintive verse,
No gun carriage there to act as a hearse,
The coffin was carried shoulder high
By four of his pals with a tear in their eye,
The coffin was just a box of wood,
Not a flower or wreath to make it look good,
But the Union Jack was in evidence there
And stopped the box from looking bare.
With steps the procession passed by,
And with it the lad who was sent here to die,
Twelve months of suffering and toil,
Only to be buried on Thailand soil.
But his soul has risen to the heavens above
And with it goes his friends great love,
He's gone to a billet far better then ours
A haven of rest and happy hours,
The parade dismissed and one could note
Every one there had a lump in his throat.
Life it passes just like sand
But the way they saluted, pal it was grand.
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