Earlier this week I was given an envelope containing copies of some old family papers. I wasn’t really sure what the package would contain, but within the documents was a letter written by my Uncle Robin (who was serving in Germany with the King’s Own Scottish Borderers) to his parents who lived in the Leicestershire village of Croft. I’ve given a great deal of thought as to whether or not it is appropriate to post extracts from the letter—the reason will become clear—but rarely have a few words had such a profound effect, and I feel that on balance it is right to share.
The letter is dated April 4, 1945....
"My Darling Mother Pop & Family
"Sorry I’ve been such a while in writing but there’s little time for anything these days. Don’t worry Ma, I’m alright and feeling fit and fine. This war can’t last much longer.
"The weather has changed quite a lot in the past few days, nothing but rain; but today it has turned out quite warm."
The next two paragraphs are hard to decipher in places, but the first mentions a “lad from Hinckley” who had been wounded, whilst the second (randomly... and wonderfully) comments on the problems Robin’s sister Mary (my grandmother) had been having with her colour washing. The letter continues:
"Well I shall have to close Ma. We’re on the move again, so for now cheerio. I’ll write as soon as I can so I’ll put my trust in God Ma. I know he will see me through.
All my love from your loving son.
Good night and God bless you all Robin
Robin was killed in action on April 8, 1945.
Within thirty 30 days, the war was over.
No more words are needed. God bless you too Uncle Robin xx
Richard... Jack of some trades... you can guess the rest