This book tells the story of Bill Griffiths who lost both hands and both eyes when he was a prisoner of the Japanese in Java in 1942. It tells how he overcane these two shattering handicaps, either one of which might have qualified him to spend the rest of his life quietly in a home for the disabled. But Bill had no intention of allowing himself to become an object of pity and it was not long after his return to civilian life that he began to make it clear that, even if he had no hands and no eyes, he still had his own two feet and he certainly intended to stand on them. The story of Bill, and of his wife Alice, is one of remarkable courage, told with no trace of bitterness and with a generous helping of laughter. It is a measure of the man that Bill can end his story with the words, 'I've been lucky.'