This is an absolutely amazing story of an even more amazing man whose humility is evident with every word read. This story begins during Horace Greasley's early teens as he discovers girls and the benefits of a steady job. Just as things begin to settle into some kind of routine, World War Two breaks out and he signs up to the 2nd/5th Battalion Leicesters finding himself sent out to war during Christmas 1939. By the following summer he and his fellow soldiers found themselves captured and sent from camp to camp as POWs, subjected to conditions that the word inhumane doesn't even cover. What follows is a story of human endurance that none who haven't lived could ever understand and those that were there cannot express in words. Having said that, Greasley makes a damn good effort at describing the conditions and the effects these had on him and his friends and how even the smallest victory meant the everything. And despite their circumstances this is a strangely upbeat book as Greasley inspires his fellow POW to keep going and battle on to the end and even motivate them to fight back and defend their basic human rights. This is a story of a great man that deserves a lot more recognition than he has received so far (why this book is not recommended reading for history students across the country is beyond me!) that spans every emotional gambit and then some. A must must must read if ever there was one.