When the Second World War started Dale Morris was a skinny, naïve lad, happy playing football on the cobbled streets of Manchester. A couple of years later, although still too young to join the struggle, he stole his older brother's birth certificate and ran away from home to join The Black Watch; an elite regiment, his father's regiment.

 

As a Chindit, part of Orde Wingate's special force, he found himself so deep in the jungle that he couldn't see more than a few feet whichever way he turned. Up to his thighs in mud, in the middle of the Monsoon, and depending on air supplies for his every need, he was part of Operation Longcloth. He and his Black Watch comrades marched almost two thousand miles behind the lines of the rapidly advancing Japanese Imperial Army. 

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In the years that followed Dale never mentioned Burma to anyone. Thousands of other young soldiers also chose not to speak about their exploits either. And so they became The Forgotten Army. On the whole they didn't want to remember.