Although war and its aftermath have been around forever, I had the feeling that the things this book described could only have happened at one particular point in history, the middle of the 20th century.
For one, with modern communications it's inconceivable now that a large group of men could be held captive for several years with no hint of where they were or even if they were still alive. For another, it was at this point that women started to have lives outside the home, in the workplace and the professions, which would not have been the case even 20 years earlier. Roles which in most cases they were expected to give up automatically on resuming their true role as housewives on the return of their menfolk.
Apart from one or two boys, the focus is on the women's story, which is understandable, since they were the ones who stayed at home and then had to deal with often very damaged men who returned, often with no understanding of how much the Home Front had changed in the years they were away fighting or in prison.
The stoical self-sacrifice of some of the women is immensely moving. Elizabeth Glassey qualified as a doctor during the war, and rose to become the dedicated head of an obstetrics department at the age of 24. When her fiance returned, after three and a half years as a POW in the Far East, she immediately gave up her post and supported him while he in turn went through his medical studies. Only much later - after seven pregnancies in nine years, just four of which led to surviving children - she became a junior member in her husband's practice.
Even more extraordinary to me was the story of Monica Littleboy, who lost touch with her friend - not even fiance - George in 1939, only for him to search her out when he returned from the Far East in 1945. Although she was involved with another serviceman, she eventually decided - after much agonising - that it was her duty to help George recover some normality by marrying and supporting him, a largely unrewarding task which she carried out until George's death in 2000. I've no idea where women like that come from, but it's heartening to think that there are such people, and we can never know how many men were saved from breakdowns and worse by the loyal and unquestioning support of their wives.
Not that chldren were unaffected. Imagine that you have never seen your father except in a picture, then at the age of 5 or 6 you suddenly meet a stranger who looks totally unlke that picture, who then moves into your life and becomes the centre of the household. Such a child can't be expected to understand the difficulties their parents experience, but they suffer nonetheless. Try this for a laconic comment from one such child about her mother, dealing with her husband's premature death as a result of illness contracted as a FEPOW:
'I would get home from school and find her with her head in the oven and the gas switched on. It was a very difficult time.'
There are many such stories in this book, and what is certain is that there are many thousands more which were never told and now never will be. The quiet heroism of just coping, in some cases for over half a century, has attracted very little attention, and yet it is difficult to escape the conclusion that sometimes the greatest heroes of a war end up without either a medal or their name on a memorial.