Monkey Stew

My Grandad hardly spoke of his time as a Prisoner of War in Shanghai. He had nightmares for many years and my Nan spoke of him jumping ship at the end of the war and arriving home earlier than expected.

He did once speak of the time one of the Guard's pet monkey went missing. It had died and they (my Grandads mates) buried it. The Guard was very upset and the camp was searched. They later dug up the monkey and put it in a stew.

My Grandad also said that you never ate the rice if you saw a fly settle on it.

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