My father, Harold Siddall, was in the Royal Navy and was captured on Crete in 1941. He died in 1997, aged 80, but left us his memoirs of his childhood and his time in the Navy. At this time of year (February) I think about the march West which the Germans inflicted on their prisoners in 1945. So many died, from starvation or exposure. Dad was freed by the Americans on 13 April 1945, but his memoirs tell of dreadful suffering during that awful march. He mentions a padre, Rev Welchman, who was inspirational in keeping everyone focused on staying alive, by telling them they were marching to freedom. I wonder whether his family knows how important a role he played in keeping men alive?