Oh, yes. Uncle Malcolm.
My Grandad and his brother were both desert rats in WWII.

Family history is slightly vague as to the circumstances, leading me to believe he went AWOL, but the story goes that at the end of the war, or very close to it, my great uncle Malcolm went missing in Egypt, and was presumed killed in action.

So, some 4 months later his sad mother was at home, when the front door opened, and there stood Malcolm, looking like a tramp, army boots worn through to bare feet. 'Hello Mum' he says. 'I've just walked home from Cairo'.

The time from his disappearance until his arrival at home was left unnacounted for. He was by all accounts a bit odd after that.

We tend not to judge him harshly, as up until his disappearance he had by all accounts served a distinguished tour, and had been in the thick of some fairly heavy action.
(username failed moderation, Wed 6 Jun 2012, 14:27, 3 replies)

I knew a guy who disappeared while on holiday in India
and turned up ten weeks later when he was picked up by police in Paris, claiming he had superpowers and could heal the sick.

No idea of what happened in between, but it must have been pretty amazing!
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Wed 6 Jun 2012, 15:12, closed)

Fantastic!
4 months from Cairo? That's some not bad walking!
(SpangoTheWonderBadger is brewing beer, Wed 6 Jun 2012, 16:45, closed)

I like this.

( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Wed 6 Jun 2012, 19:23, closed)