My Uncle Lin was a legend when I was young.His photo was on the mantlepiece and always had flowers next to it.His eyes followed you around the room and he had a nice smile. Lin was born in Mascot in Sydney and he travelled to the soldiers settlement at Kentucky with his parents Robert and Eula williamson.The farm was to compensate for being in the first world war.He had a sister Merle. Lin was an excellent horseman and he did trick riding.He would throw his hat and gallop his horse and scoop the hat from the ground.He attended Kentucky South public school.One story was when he got the cane the girls would cry.He had red hair and grey blue eyes.He had a scar from a tragic accident.When he was a baby or a toddler there was a fire in the top floor of the house in Sydney and Lin' face suffered burns.He was only just rescued by his mother and he was in pain for weeks.He had the burn scar on his poor face.He didnt have much time to enjoy his years as the war came to Australia.Like his dad he enlisted to fight Germans but ended up fighting the Japs instead. Lin joined the 2/18th Battalion A.I.F.When he left to go to war the whole of the village went to the station to see him off on the train.His dog ran after the train and was never seen again.He had a sweet heart that didnt go out with anyone else until she was sure that Lin wasnt coming home. Lin was shipped to Singapore and was captured by the Japanese.He was sent to Sandakan Prisoner of war camp in Borneo.The fall of Singapore came about by the incompetence of the British who were completely taken by surprise by the Japanese.Lin was in Changi for two years.If the soldiers knew what horrors were ahead for them they would have fought to the death.It would have been better to have been killed than the prision camps. He survived the brutal treatment and unhuman conditions of the camp but was murdered by the camp guards on June 4th 1945 on the Sandakan death march.This was the worst atrocity commited by the Japanese on Australians in WW2. Uncle Lin was never forgotten and a large part of our lives.The events of the Sandakan Death March was covered up by the Australian government and not much infomation was available until recently.The Japanese have managed to rewrite history so that its people dont even know about what their country did between 1936 and 1945.The world doesnt care and now History will repeat itself.His grave was never found but there is a plaque for him at the war museum in Uralla,N S W.Lins mother Eula told me that she imagined him walking up the row of pines at Carinya and that she knew that he would be there waiting for her when she passed away.There is a photo of Lin walking up the road between the pines just before he went away for the last time.Just like you I will never walk under the trees again.