My dad was in the RAF during the war. This picture was, I think, taken in India. He was with 194 squadron which was transport. although he was groundcrew I know he flew in Dakotas dropping supplies into Burma. I imagine to the chindits. He had a great regard for the aircrafts ability to take a lot of punishment and keep flying. My mother didn't see him for about 31/2 years.
It was a time he talked very little about. I know he had Malaria whilst there and came face to face with a cobra in the toilet but not a lot else. I do know he had a very high regard for the Gurkhas and I remember him saying the Japanese soldiers were afraid of them