Two Funerals

 Two Funerals

 

On just such a November day, almost exactly 27 years ago, my father’s funeral took place. A still, bright day, low sunlight streaming through church windows.

A Young Officer's Letters Home in the Second World War

A Young Officer’s Letters Home in WW2

I’ve been going through a cache of letters that my father, Michael, wrote to his mother and father, mainly during the middle years of WW2 (1942-3). Michael was a career army officer, in the Royal Engineers. He was born in 1916; so was in his mid to late 20s in the early 1940s.

As will appear, Michael was keen to be “in action”, but was frustrated in that ambition for much of the War – but not in the end.