Accolades and Acknowledgments.
My Dad. With the benefit of hindsight I realize he led the life of a gentle
man who set an example for others to follow.
Clippings and diaries supplied most of what has been written here.
My wife, Darlene. Her patience with me during the years it critiques, her
editing skills, her way of looking at things helped me to put this too many
ways to list here.
To Pamela Parker, my daughter. Her computer skills, and her will now
know their Grandpa Parker.
To Mark Parker, my son. I felt I should put the tribute to my Dad and to
all those with whom he endured so much , so that he could understand
what his Grandpa went through as a man, a husband and a father, and
what I had to go through as his son.
To Tony Banham. Tony is, in my estimation, one of the outstanding
authorities on the Battle of Hong Kong. He provided help when help was
most needed, and guidance when I sometimes went astray. Any errors are
all mine and were made because I didn't always listen to him.. His web
site is at www.hongkongwardiary.com , a truly worthwhile site to visit.
To Phil Dodderidge. Another source of information which was invaluable.
He gave me some personal insight into my Dad's character. He was my
Dad's "Radar" from M.A.S.H. (the TV show).
To Carol Hadley, who also provided help as needed. www.hkvca.ca
To Claire Hachey. Links to her sites have made this site much better. Her
generous support has been exceptional.
What more can I say to all of them than ... thank you.
Ronald Parker, October 25/01

Homecoming
In honour of all the men and women who served during the Battle of Hong Kong.
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The message inherent in this tribute is spelled out in "The Other Side of Time, a Combat
Surgeon in World War II", a
history, remote as Gustavus Adolphus's prayerful gunners or the legions of Julian the
Apostate. What we were and what we did, at our best, and what happened around us, is
slipping out of knowledge. That's a pity. Please, young people, listen to us before we leave."
Technically there were no American combatants during the battle for Hong Kong, but they
played a huge role in building, and maintaining morale with bombing runs which lifted the
spirits of the prisoners even though it endangered their lives.
On a clear, cool, day in October 1945 a
train pulled into the Canadian National
Railway Station in Sherbrooke, Quebec,
and my Dad stepped onto the platform.
Though I hadn't seen him in about five
years I knew him. Some things you just
don't forget. There to greet him were my
Mother, Beryl, my sister Cynthia, and
me. Dad's Mother, Father his sister and
a whole group of friends were there also.
It was an indescribably great day.
Everyone who undertakes to write anything cannot do it alone. I, more
than most, needed the support and help of my family, friends and other
people who made my writings possible. I want to thank them here for their
generous gift of time, energy and input. They are ...