A HILL CALLED MELROSE
"May I have a light?" I looked up to see a Japanese – more or less my age – with an unlit cigarette in his hand. I reached for my lighter. He lit up. We were on a train travelling from Berne to Geneva in the autumn of 1980. "Indian?" he asked. "Yes" I replied. We got talking. He was an official in the UN and was returning home and his headquarters was at Geneva. I was scheduled to lecture at the university. We chit-chatted for a while; he gave me some useful tips on what to see and where to eat in the city. Then, having exhausted the store of 'safely tradable information', we fell silent. I retrieved my book – 'Defeat into Victory', an account of the Second World War in Burma by Field Marshal William Slim. He opened the newspaper. We travelled in silence. After a while he asked "Are you a professor of Military History?" "No" I replied- "just interested. My father was in Burma during the war". "Mine too" he said.
