THE DAILY MONITOR AND N.H. PATRIOT AUGUST 6th ,
1940
Another Letter From England
Feel None Left To Let Them Down
ANOTHER LETTER
(This letter was received by Dr.Arthur I. Andrews of Lower
Warner the past week.)
!t is strange that we are still
quietly confident. We have had shock after shock, disaster after disaster but
it has in no way shaken our morale or our confidence. We had worried for weeks.
(My husband for months expected France to give in) about France giving in, but a
few hours after the shock—we felt there was no one else to let us down, we had
only ourselves—and many of us felt relieved that our men could fight in our
country. It was then we appreciated your natural reluctance to go to war and
send your men so far away.
It was such a relief to know our men would not be outflanked
and surrounded as had happened so often is France.
We have our colonies, and our splendid friends in
America—none of these will hinder us—so we all feel we know exactly how we stand
and can plan accordingly.
It
is, as if Providence is being kind to us—most of the bombs that have dropped
have missed their mark. (This is not journalist report!! It is quite true.)
John and I went to see one of our local scenes of bombing and I came back
feeling much happier. A bomb in a fairly narrow road only broke window glass.
I have just been painting all the windows in this house with some Anti-Splinter
material and we have filled boxes with earth and sand outside the door of our
collar. John has a camp bed in the cellar that he gets into as soon as the
warning goes and he has to leave his bed in the house.
I asked John what he thought of the 1st Air Raid he
was in, when I was safe in London—and he thought it “very boring”—and I am
surprised how dull it is waiting in the cellar, until we can hear planes—then
one calls out “It is theirs” and we listen. We can tell now from the sound
whether it is a German plane.
The only excitement that night was when we heard machine gun
firing followed by a terrific splash in the sea—half a mile away, we thought it
was the German plane but it must have been bombs.
We counted five bombs dropped a few nights ago. No damage
except glass a mile away.
Since France gave in, the house we took for the children’s
safety is not too safe, so I hope John will go to Canada. I am afraid that
people like ourselves who are willing to pay will not get such a good chance,
though my husband and I are going to live in one room flat to do so.
We do not fear invasion in spite
of the wonderful cleverness of the Germans, our men are fine and we have
complete faith in all arrangements, and implicit confidence in Churchill.
We
are all splendid and ready for anything, we know it is going to be rather
terrible but as long as our children are out of it we can face anything. I
don’t know how we are going to part with John but we are going to do so
willingly if he is allowed to go.
Siriol will be a guest of one of the girls until school
starts in September and then we pay the school fees here and our 1/50th share of
the salary of two mistresses that went, so we are pleased it was arranged.
We are really well fed and have no worries about being
blockaded. We could do with far less, and are willing to do so.
Our
last worry has gone except Ireland now we have the French Fleet. We are
grateful to our wonderful American friends for the way they are doing everything
to help us. Apart from aeroplane and guns etc. your moral support has done us
good.
It has become almost a crusade,
and we are determined to fight until we win. Please thank Mrs. A. for her
interest in Siriol. Kindness helps us such a lot these days. It keeps our
faith in people when so many have let us down.
We
are thankful to have a man of courage, foresight and one who can make a quick
decision. We were tired of waiting: Chamberlain did his best but it was not good
enough.
July 10
“We have all read the cuttings you so kindly sent us, with
great interest.
It does us good to know we have such splendid friends and
that sentiment is on our side. We shall win but it is going to be a hard and
long fight, and we shall need moral as well as military support.
Siriol will be delighted to receive your Magna Carte cover
and the one received today of Waterloo as well as two parcels of cuttings for
us.
Yesterday we had a daylight raid on a port near us. My
father saw part of the fight from his window where he works. Unfortunately six
were killed, otherwise the raids have not been very successful in this district.
John is attempting to write a letter to you. It is a bit of
an effort for him so please excuse it.
I am surprised how calm we all are, even Gareth’s dog, who
was nervous at first is getting quite used to noise of firing.
ANOTHER LETTER
(This letter was received by Dr.Arthur I. Andrews of Lower
Warner the past week.)
It is strange that we are still
quietly confident. We have had shock after shock, disaster after disaster but
it has in no way shaken our morale or our confidence. We had worried for weeks.
(My husband for months expected France to give in) about France giving in, but a
few hours after the shock—we felt there was no one else to let us down, we had
only ourselves—and many of us felt relieved that our men could fight in our
country. It was then we appreciated your natural reluctance to go to war and
send your men so far away.
It was such a relief to know our men would not be outflanked
and surrounded as had happened so often is France.
We have our colonies, and our splendid friends in
America—none of these will hinder us—so we all feel we know exactly how we stand
and can plan accordingly.
It
is, as if Providence is being kind to us—most of the bombs that have dropped
have missed their mark. (This is not journalist report!! It is quite true.)
John and I went to see one of our local scenes of bombing and I came back
feeling much happier. A bomb in a fairly narrow road only broke window glass.
I have just been painting all the windows in this house with some Anti-Splinter
material and we have filled boxes with earth and sand outside the door of our
collar. John has a camp bed in the cellar that he gets into as soon as the
warning goes and he has to leave his bed in the house.
I asked John what he thought of the 1st Air Raid he
was in, when I was safe in London—and he thought it “very boring”—and I am
surprised how dull it is waiting in the cellar, until we can hear planes—then
one calls out “It is theirs” and we listen. We can tell now from the sound
whether it is a German plane.
The only excitement that night was when we heard machine gun
firing followed by a terrific splash in the sea—half a mile away, we thought it
was the German plane but it must have been bombs.
We counted five bombs dropped a few nights ago. No damage
except glass a mile away.
Since France gave in, the house we took for the children’s
safety is not too safe, so I hope John will go to Canada. I am afraid that
people like ourselves who are willing to pay will not get such a good chance,
though my husband and I are going to live in one room flat to do so.
We do not fear invasion in spite
of the wonderful cleverness of the Germans, our men are fine and we have
complete faith in all arrangements, and implicit confidence in Churchill.
We
are all splendid and ready for anything, we know it is going to be rather
terrible but as long as our children are out of it we can face anything. I
don’t know how we are going to part with John but we are going to do so
willingly if he is allowed to go.
Siriol will be a guest of one of the girls until school
starts in September and then we pay the school fees here and our 1/50th share of
the salary of two mistresses that went, so we are pleased it was arranged.
We are really well fed and have no worries about being
blockaded. We could do with far less, and are willing to do so.
Our
last worry has gone except Ireland now we have the French Fleet. We are
grateful to our wonderful American friends for the way they are doing everything
to help us. Apart from aeroplane and guns etc. your moral support has done us
good.
It has become almost a crusade,
and we are determined to fight until we win. Please thank Mrs. A. for her
interest in Siriol. Kindness helps us such a lot these days. It keeps our
faith in people when so many have let us down.
We
are thankful to have a man of courage, foresight and one who can make a quick
decision. We were tired of waiting: Chamberlain did his best but it was not good
enough.
July 10
“We have all read the cuttings you so kindly sent us, with
great interest.
It does us good to know we have such splendid friends and
that sentiment is on our side. We shall win but it is going to be a hard and
long fight, and we shall need moral as well as military support.
Siriol will be delighted to receive your Magna Carte cover
and the one received today of Waterloo as well as two parcels of cuttings for
us.
Yesterday we had a daylight raid on a port near us. My
father saw part of the fight from his window where he works. Unfortunately six
were killed, otherwise the raids have not been very successful in this district.
John is attempting to write a letter to you. It is a bit of
an effort for him so please excuse it.
I am surprised how calm we all are, even Gareth’s dog, who
was nervous at first is getting quite used to noise of firing.
THE SPEAKER, NEW LONDON, N.H.. August 29th,1940
ENGLAND SET
FOR
WAR TO A
FINISH
A very
good picture of the general attitude of the English people is shown in the
following excerpts from a letter recently received by Dr. Arthur I. Andrews of
Warner.
England, Aug. 7, 1940
I am enclosing the American Clipper covers (seven covers)
which I had put safely away in Barry. We got rather tired of getting up nearly
every night and spending one, two or sometimes three hours in the cellar—so John
and I returned with camp beds, and it is really lovely to be able to forget
aeroplanes and to spend peaceful nights again. Our turn will come for disturbed
nights later on I expect!
Fortunately at my home there was very little damage, but the
Docks were too near for us to be happy about
John. Everyone was cheerful there. We all know that the war has not really
started for us yet hut we are quite prepared for it when it comes. We spend
most of our time boasting about our gardens! People have done wonders in their
flower gardens and we are quite used to seeing cabbages grow in formal and
well-kept gardens! I am amazed at the way we recovered from the shock of France
deserting us. We can rely on our own efforts— and Churchill is a born leader,
fearless and he instills in us complete faith and courage.
Siriol
writes such happy letters. We are glad we were able to send her to Canada. I
am hoping that John can join her later. Please do not think that any of us
underestimate the danger by being cheerful. The fact that we part with our
children is a sure sign that we know what we are in for and are willing to put
up with anything until we win. We are grateful to you for your planes and for
your sympathetic loyalty to us. I hope the embargo on Aviation spirit will be
lifted where we are concerned, as your Aviation spirit is the best, we are
told. I have kept a new slogan cover for you but all this moving about and
being in three different homes, upsets one’s packing! We manage splendidly on
our rations and are really well fed, cheerful and confident. The only complaint
to be heard is that, the Budget—was not stiff enough. We are a funny people!
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ARLINGTON
ADVOCATE
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ARLINGTON, MASS., THURSDAY,
DECEMBER 26, 1940
British Mettle
Shown in Letter
From South Wales
The
following letter from a British correspondent of an Institute of Foreign
Relations member was sent to the Advocate by Professor Arthur I. Andrews, whose
home was formerly on Gray Street.
South Wales
November 18,
1940
Dear
Professor A.
Thank you very much for “The
Speaker.” I always feel that any letters are too dull to send so I am pleased
they were of sufficient interest. When one is always busy in the home, one gets
an Inferiority complex!
This is
going to be our wartime address, unless it becomes dangerous for John to live
in. So far we have had warnings daily but have become so used to nothing
happening that we really feel safe here. It is the route for more important
places—there is nothing here of value, except our lives which I nearly forgot
about!
My home in London has had its
several very bad shakings and one land mine (there were three in back of gardens
near) finished off all the glass. Ceilings are now down - roof partly off and
chimney pots down and doors blown in, cracks in walls 6in wide; but fortunately
all this happened the week those poor children were torpedoed in the Atlantic,
and the house seemed so trivial when I had John safe and sound, that I haven’t
worried, a bit. Besides. I squirm when I think that the French couldn’t fight
for their Paris – to me and that is most of us London is far finer in ruins and
I am so proud of the way the Londoners are sticking it, day and night. My
husband sleeps in the shelter next door. He was the only one left in our road
but now two sisters have come back to one house—so you can see the extent of
damage in our road.
Londoners go home from work, have a meal, then prepare for
the night; make a thermos of coffee or milk, and hot water bottle and get their
oil lamp or stove ready and settle down early in shelter. My husband comes here
for a rest every fortnight. He sleeps most of the time he is here. In spite of
severe damage to my district I am surprised that fruit and vegetables are half
the price in our London shopping centre (market stalls run by cockneys) and yet
in this quiet seaside and country town tomatoes are 2/ and only 1/ in London
though ruined shops are all around and transport can not be as easy as it is
here.
My husband gets his milk, bread
and paper delivered as usual daily, and gas, water, and electric lights are
still on, though for a few days he had to turn the electric heater on its back
and boil a kettle and fry bacon that way—but all the services were all right in
a few days after that first bombardment. (He has boarded up the kitchen and one
room.)
Plenty of Good Meals
I often feel ashamed of the way
I really enjoy good meals when I think of poor people abroad! We have plenty of
everything, and I am thankful that I have seen no trace of nervousness or poor
feeding anywhere, in children or grown ups. Boys, are of course, thrilled with,
aeroplanes and no child seems conscious of the terror of war, except of course
those who have actually been in intense bombardment.
We hope you and Mrs. A. are well. We are all so very
grateful to you for what you are sending us and for your moral backing. We like
a little praise. I think we deserve it after what we went through in June, many
countries would have gone under but we just pulled ourselves together, and
refused to even think of defeat, and we never once lost confidence, though
everything seemed against us, except our colonies and you all in America.
The only complaint my husband used to hear in London was the
fact that we were too careful of hitting military objectives—people considered
civilian morale should count indirectly as a “military objective,” and they
wanted the people in Berlin to suffer the same inconvenience of sleeping in
dug-outs, etc.
We all disliked the closing of the Burma Road; we dislike
anything in the nature of appeasement and are relieved that the Burma Road is
now open.
We were all delighted that we leased you bases. We were
accepting too -much from you and so eagerly that we gladly welcomed this
gesture.
No One to Take Churchill’s Place
Poor Chamberlain! We were all sorry at his death as he did
try hard, but there was no-deep feeling of regret. We all agree that there is
no one to take Churchill’s place.
The King and Queen are really wonderful. They work harder
than anyone, and do such a lot of good.
My
husband tells me the cockney humor is still as keen as ever.
One shop whose windows were boarded up and place in ruins had “If you can’t see
what you like—step inside.”
There are a big number of
evacuees here. We are trying to form a club for them meet and have tea.
My husband complains of the loneliness of London now; he was
the only one living in our road until this week and he says after work he
only sees the baker and the milkman who call daily. Most of his colleagues have
evacuated.
November 19th:
I received
such a kind letter from Mrs. G and will reply in a few days. All the good
wishes we receive do help us—-we seem to thrive on kindness.
We are very upset about
Coventry. In spite of very heavy casualties only, 2: percent are willing to
leave their city to homes found for them. This war has taught us to appreciate
the simple things of life, our homes a very dear to us, and yet there are no
regrets when those homes are unfit to live in. I am proud of the way we are
defending London.
A cup of Tea Put Them Right
The first
home we had when we married had a bomb in the front garden and the two old
people we had sold it to, years ago, were dragged out, and all they wanted to
put them right was a cup of tea—though their neighbor was killed. Our next home
(No. 70) had a bomb in garden, and it too, is only just standing, like No. 88. .
We are astounded at the few people killed in our district, miraculous escapes.
We feel very lucky, our furniture is here and our children
are safe. It is impossible to get furniture out of London for three months or
so—big waiting list for vans.
The tide has turned and we see
our way clearer than before though it will be a long time we feel, before the
war will be over.
Last June we wanted the children out of this country. We
wouldn’t admit it -before, but we were so afraid they wouldn’t be well fed—but I
wish you could see John he is called “Tubby” in school! We also felt that we
should get much more severe bombardment everywhere, and that very few places
would be safe. Now my mind is quite at ease, I don’t even worry as I did at
first when the sirens went, and I am so thankful John is still in this country.
Siriol is very happy in Canada.
It is fine experience for her.
I worry more about the sailors than I do the Air Force,
especially when we had a terrible gale last week, and yet we get everything we
need, thanks to our sailors, arid with few exceptions (onions and lemons are not
plentiful—tho’ we grew our onions in London—have some left) we get everything we
want. Our flower bed in London produced about 100 lbs. of tomatoes, they are 2/
a lb. here, as well as carrots and onions and peas.
With best regards to Mrs. A. and many thanks to all
Americans.
Yours
sincerely,
E. L.
P. S.—At the Womens Voluntary
Service meeting I went to -this afternoon, the speaker said amongst other kind
remarks about you in America, “The highest tribute should be paid to the
American Red Cross.” She said that bales and bales of -clothing had come for
our evacuees. There were several very useful garments with the mark “American
Red Cross” on them.
We are going to form a club for Evacuee Mothers to meet and
have tea and sew or read, and another club for children under five, so that
their mothers can have a rest occasionally, and we may start, or attempt to, a
communal kitchen. Many mothers with young children have had to leave their
homes suddenly in the clothes they were wearing, and same of them are not the
type who have many interests, so I am afraid it is dull for them out of
surroundings and homes that they are used to. We feel we could lighten their
lives a little perhaps. I always forget I am an evacuee myself, but it is quite
different when you have your own house and own furniture and plenty of work to
do! Our tenants have left so we have the whole house, it is really lovely after
living in a. bed-sitting room in this house for four months, but I paid
S.iriol’s passage to Canada by doing this.
We are really grateful to you
all for what you are doing for us, and we do appreciate your kind thoughts.
We watched your Election with great interest though we knew
too little about Willkie to be disappointed.
E.L.
Securing informative letters is
part of the work of the Institute of World Affairs. Answers are invited and
should be sent through Arthur I. Andrews, Secretary, Warner, New Hampshire.
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THE SPEAKER, NEW LONDON, N.H.. February 20th,1941
ENGLISH EXPECT
A LONG, HARD WAR
Dear
Professor A.
Thank you
very much for your two letters, and the stamps which John was delighted to
receive.
My husband writes to say that
his part of London has had a very quiet time—gunfire of course goes on, but very
little bombing there. This to us is a good sign, since the Germans now
concentrate on one city; if they were superior in numbers they would surely
attack London simultaneously,- but no—their method is one huge effort at wiping
out the centre of one city, with wave upon wave of bombers coming over. We have
yet to learn to stop this night bombing. Their planes come at such a height
that this is a difficult task.
They are expecting a big attack on that lovely city of ours in Wales, as the
Germans are very systematic even in their madness. As you know, some of our
English cities have had a very severe time. One of the chief dangers is the
lack of water, not only for fire-fighting, but for drinking after such raids
where water mains may be bombed.
Most of us feel annoyed that
there were no deep shelters built in vulnerable areas. For the size of the
bombs used these surface shelters are only of use for protection from splinters
and shrapnel from gunfire and blast. Professor Haldane in his book on A. R. P.
(Air Raid Precautions) that I read long before the war, advised shelters that
were at least 60 foot deep and he had worked out his scheme for these on
practical experience gained in Spain, Barcelona, etc., and also on scientific
calculation (so many feet of concrete, so many of earth). In spite of warnings
in the press that the danger from invasion is not over, none of us worry about
it. Very few of us apart from politicians and the army really thought it
possible, and if it were, we felt secure as our air force and anti-air craft men
would never let Germans gain a landing place. They are probably trying it now
at Southampton. I think our soldiers would welcome invasion just to have a shot
at the Germans. “Let them come” is the prevalent feeling and has been all
along. We are a good match for them.
We are so
very very grateful to our sailors. We try to help them by using as much
home-grown food as we can. We are keeping our tinned vegetables until we use up
the garden produce as we shall probably need it in January and February when our
vegetables are always scarce. We hope, though we are confident that you will
not do so, that you will not send food to France. In the long run it will be
kindness not to send, as we want to shorten the war.
We were discussing a remark that war would be over this
spring and we all agreed that it would be far better for the war to go on until
spring 1942, much as we all hate war. If we had finished the last war properly,
this war would never have started. Men who fought in the last war have always
thought this, and we all agree that the war must be brought right to the German
homes. They can’t stand up to it as we can, though they have had better
training for hardship. We have had easier lives, but looking back we value all
we have had, and it is worth fighting for. It is a miserable existence, sleeping
in a dugout night after night, but I have heard no complaints, except about the
waste of time.
We hear so often, “America is fine”. We are so deeply
grateful. I don’t think any of us expect you to wage war, but - we do need all
your help and we are so grateful for what you send us.
We are all splendid.
Yours
sincerely
E.L.
Note: This
material furnished by the Institute of World Affairs, Lower Warner, N. H.
THE SPEAKER, NEW LONDON, N.H.. May 29th, 1941
BRITISH THANKFUL
FOR
AMERICAN AID
South Wales,
March 22, 1941
Dear
Professor A.
I have so little to write about that I am copying part of my
husband’s letter. He was going to write to you but spent the whole weekend
“digging for victory” and was so tired and stiff he wasn’t in the mood for
letter writing. We have planted vegetables (parsnips and leeks) that will be
ready next January, so you see how we all look ahead as January, February, March
and April are the difficult months where foodstuffs are concerned. I am
thankful we have come through these months so well—but it saddens us to hear of
our shipping losses. Our sailors risk their lives to feed us so we have all
tried to help by planting and eating as many vegetables as possible. Your
Aid-to-Britain Bill heartened us all. We are overjoyed and encouraged.
We are grateful to you all for what you are doing. The press
is full of praise for all you are doing for us. The president of the Board of
Trade, Captain Lyttelton, described the United Status Lease-Lend Bill as “the
most generous gesture ever made.” “No Englishman should ever forget what the
United States has done for us in 1941.” “I sincerely believe that the memory of
this help will survive and have a lasting impression upon the relations
between the two countries. It is upon those relations that the future of the
world and of peace depends.”
Several bombs dropped in a park near my parents’ home. I
hope they have a quiet night this Wednesday, as it is their fortnightly (it used
to be a weekly duty!) duty to fire watch. My sister and aunt watch for
incendiaries up to 1 a.m.—and then my parents (ages 72 and 73) watch from
1 a.m. to 6 a.m. This is, of course, if there is an “alert” on. Several houses
join together and take turns in fire watching.
I am sorry that I cannot get friends to write. I know very
few here—except those I share duty with at the Evacuee Club. My husband
suggests I write to DAILY TELEGRAPH asking for letters to be sent to you,
especially from those who can describe the damage to historical buildings.
We are so pleased that the damage to Guildhall is not as
severe as at first thought. The roof is completely gone but the walls are
intact.
I am ashamed to send my
letters—they are usually so hurriedly written, but they give you the ordinary
busy everyday average housewife’s outlook on life in general. We are longing
for summer, even if it does mean attempted invasion.
The winter with blackout regulations is a dreary affair,
though nothing could be so depressing as last June—yet we have come through it
all. We feel now that the worst is over, though we know we have severe tests in
front of us, but we can rely on all our friends and on ourselves while we had
the worry of France giving in to contend with last summer.
At the “refuge shelter” meeting last week they spoke of the
help America was giving—parcels for the bombed, etc. The 1st Aid Post keep
“sweetened tea” ready to give people suffering from shock in the event of a
raid.
The children I have met do not mind the siren sounding, as it
means they can leave their lessons and do just as they like, within reason, in
the shelter. They have sing-songs, or read magazines and books provided
for and “alarm” or “alert”, or knit, and they can talk as much as they like so
that the “alert” period is quite a pleasant time. My sister is Headmistress of
a Secondary School (like your High School, I presume) and she has often heard
sighs of regret when the “All Clear” goes and they have to return to work and
order. Most teachers believe in letting the girls sing and enjoy themselves
during an “alert”; otherwise, the “alert” periods would be irksome and a strain
and a period to be dreaded. They time the girls getting to the shelter. I
think my sister’s school can be cleared (450-500 pupils) in three minutes.
Yours
sincerely,
E.L.
THE SPEAKER, NEW HAMPSHIRE JUNE 5Th, 1941
BRTISH TO FIGHT
WAR TO BITTER END
April 17th, 1941
South Wales
Dear
Professor A.:
Letters to Canada sent from here March l7th-23rd are presumed
lost and I have an idea I wrote a very long rambling letter about that
time—probably the U.S.A. mail goes by same route. It really is good of you al
to think of writing to Siriol. If it is convenient to you I am sure she will be
delighted to come, but she will, I know understand it your plan has to be
postponed until next year.
I will use stamped envelopes and will try to get some used
King George V stamps. I used to collect all stamps for hospitals but a few
weeks ago I gave a big envelope full away so it will be some time before I can
collect any.
I can’t go there (her London home) for a few weeks—for two
reasons—it hasn’t been very safe for John (last week especially) also John has
chicken pox—but is quite fit and busy now I am planting vegetables.
We are feeling sad at the war news and do hope we shall have
better news soon.
London had it very badly last night. I am thankful my husband
is still here on holiday. I wonder if my house is still standing but I am not
going to worry about it—bricks can be replaced! We have great hopes in the
Australians—they are fine fighters and have a splendid reputation.
The Czechs are supposed to be the most popular of our allies
in this country and the Poles the best fighters—They have cause to hate. The
stories going round about the Poles may not be true but they show up their
fighting spirit. One story is that Polish Air men have to have their petrol
rationed else they would be over Berlin—another tale is that when the Poles do
their training in the air a Britisher has to go up to see that they do not fly
straight to Berlin! We admire their spirit.
On the Dutch Queen’s birthday last year all the Dutch
soldiers wore orange button holes, most wore marigolds as these were plentiful.
The letter sent Air Mail to the Williams arrived March
3rd—Monday though it was posted Saturday, March 1st—I repeat myself
as I think a letter or two has been sunk.
The news that your ships were coming to the Red Sea cheered
us up at time when we needed a little cheering.
I don’t know what we should without your help. I think we
realize how much we owe to you all. We always knew that the majority you
thought as we do.
I have at last obtained a copy “Battle of Britain” for you
and one for Mr. D. which will be sent to you this week. I am not allowed to
send them myself but a news agent allowed to. I hope you will receive it.
We received today our pamphlet on, What to do in a Gas
Attack. Even the wireless programme was interrupted over and over again last
week I remind us to carry our gas masks. I have just got used to wearing my
mask now. I used to dread wearing but it isn’t so terrible after all! The
pamphlet says “We can beat gas attacks if we know what to do and do it.”
We await the news anxiously these days, we have no doubt of
final victor but it is terrible to have to prolong the war and lose more of our
fine men.
I am afraid France is very quiet and too well behaved. We
shall have little inside help from them. They haven’t the spirit of the Poles
or Czech.
April 28th
I am sorry I have left this letter so long. I have been
fairly busy.
Although we have had to leave Greece we all feel that we were
morally bound to fight in Greece and we would all have been ashamed had we left
no forces and help. We hay lost prestige we know, but it is what we
ourselves feel is right that counts. Shame does not help us in any way—but we
can always recover prestige and we shall do so.
We can see
no end to this war—But one thing we are certain of and that is that we go on
fighting to the bitter end and that we shall, with your wonderful help, and our
stubborn unconquerable spirit win in the end.
We met a naval officer who was a Narvik and I asked him
whether our attempt in Norway was in vain! And he said “Definitely no—we did
enough damage to make certain places unfit for use of the Germans for six months
at least and in some cases for duration of war.” He was full of praise
for t he Poles “really fine men” he said.
I wonder what France will do. We cannot rely on them. I have
tried hard o forgive them but some things can never be forgotten when lives are
involved.
Yours sincerely,
E.L.
Institute of World Affairs, British Correspondence,
contributed by
the Lower Warner group.
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