Frank B. Evans was a close friend of my father's for decades. They were conchies together in the war, volunteering to serve as unarmed medical aids and ambulance drivers, though the idea was too unpopular to stand. Twenty years later, he stood up with my parents when they were married.
My father told me stories about their adventures together (and about their misadventures) as I was growing up, though I knew him only in passing during my childhood. I was lucky enough to meet him again...
John NA Brown
April 08, 2013 | Klagenfurt, Austria