I really don’t think any of them remember I was underage, I had one of the girls pick it up for me. At the time I was just shy of 20. It wasn’t my...turn to cook that night so the girl I brought and I just kicked backed. We had eaten and were just getting mellow when we started talking about motorcycles. I was a little sensitive since my Triumph was the smallest. The rest had a mix of Harleys, big Hondas, a Yamaha or two. Nothing under 750cc. They knew it bothered me so they were bragging about. "Hello Veronica" said a tall well dressed man with a smile."Hello lord Cockington, this is my husband Peter" replied my wife introducing me to the owner of the house.We exchanged hello's and then another man began talking, it was guy holding a big expensive camera and he quickly explained we were doing a photo shoot for a charity calendar and then he started organising us into couples to pose in various pictures for each month.After a few minutes I was paired with a young Latino woman who. What would I say to her? How would she react to my following her? Would she be angry? Surely not, or she wouldn't have given such a clear indication of her intentions. Still, my nerves were jangling as she pulled left across the traffic into a large self-service fueling station. I pulled up behind her white car as she aligned with a pump.Without a moment's hesitation, she opened her door and stepped out. The sleeveless top didn't surprise me. What did was the pair of white micro shorts and low. They even had rice for those wanting to go "native"! But I passed and filled up on fried eggs, potatoes with lots of biscuits and gravy!I fell in with the other 24 POWs but I saw no one familiar to me. We talked a little bit then came to attention and started marching. The Camp Band sounded great and brought tears to our eyes. And the roar of the crowds was breathtaking!We stopped in front of the Reviewing Stand where the Major General addressed us. I could see Dodong's family sitting close to.