Found the letter 20 years ago whilst clearing out my mother’s house. My father was originally a pen friend to my mother, initiated by my mothers brother. He was at one time in the Kings Own Scottish Borderers, as well as the Essex Regiment. The letter is from my father to my mother about a day in the life of being in the army and having to drive members of their band to an officers club. I found the wording quite funny and, of course, very old fashioned.
My father was in Trieste at one point, although we never did know from him how bad things were. Like many soldiers, my father never spoke of the war. The only thing he did say was that (it may seem weird to us in this day) the soldiers used to take the chocolate from the dead German soldiers and give it to the children!
I am fortunate to have many photos of him whilst he was in Italy, but of course the mystery is, who took them and exactly where they were.
