Steve,
Your uncle's war was very much like my dad's. He was LRDG, wounded in Tobruk, shipped to UK and went to Burma, was MIA, found by Hill tribe , taken away and saved. The war had been over about 4 months before the tribe knew, took him down to a 'road' and eventually got an army truck to stop - dad's uniform was long gone and all he had was dog-tags. He was also hospitalised in Rangoon and they kept him there long enough for complete recovery to avoid possibility of disability pension (war was over) and he came home to nothing there was me and I still recall a wooden boat with a removable cabin, over a foot and a half long, white above the w/l and green below with my name on the stern and both sides of the bow - I had it for a very short time - mom was shacked up with a bloke - had been since just before dad went MIA (granddad told me years later) so dad didn't hang about - his 2 brothers were killed in WWII, one navy one RAF and his parents in the bombing. I was 3 and I didn't see him for 12 years.
tramp