To: Private WE Freeman, Recovered
POW centre, Bombay, Indian Command.
“Dearest son, After all this long time,
we are so excited, we hardly know
what to do. It seems so strange
to be able to write.”
So many letters, via War Office,
Red Cross. When she heard
he was safe she sent three in a week.
“Some camps seemed to have fared
better than others. I still tried
to think your luck would hold.”
“You were missing 15 months
before I heard you were in Jap hands.
Mrs Smith heard this June
that Taffy, as you used to call him,
died in June 1943. She still hopes
they have made a mistake.
“We will make it up to you,
as far as it is in our powers.
Last year we had a bad hit,
but we were lucky. The house
was much damaged, but our furniture
was safe. Also your piano.”
“Do you know I am getting on now,
63 this birthday. Pop says it does not
seem true. I do so wonder how you will be
after all this time in the terrible heat.”
There was bunting down the street
when he returned. He hid indoors for days.