This letter has been in our family since my father came back from Burma in 1945.
The letter is from an Irish Nun who lived in a convent in Rangoon, through enemy occupation at that time and it’s a snapshot in time.
My Father returned to London and continued he job as a builder, eventually he returned to Ireland to take care of the family farm in the of the middle 1960s.
No one realised what he had gone through during the war, he just wanted to get on with life.
One Boxing Day he came to stay with us in Dublin, where he suffered a minor stroke, at a Dublin Hospital after a long wait in A&E, it was Christmas, the nurse asked him when had he had his last blood test to which he replied “Burmah 1945” it caused quite a stir!
Yes we are very proud of him and all of us will remember him and all who served the 2nd Division.
