The letter is to my father Laurence William Collins – he was shot down in 1941. The Wellington bomber he served on ditched in to the North Sea. Him and his friend Norman Hennessy were the only 2 to survive from the crash. They both became POW for over 4 years. The letters I enclose describe the dark days of not knowing if he was still alive and the joy of finding out he was.
On the death of my father I discovered a suitcase with over 40 letters to him from his family along with many other letters and memorabilia of his time as a POW.
They deserve to be shown, I just picked out a few.
This letter below is from his sister:
