A few people that do know me, are well aware of my rather irritating habit of sending postcards. The act of receiving postcards inevitable means a trip to the garbage bin. Some like my year old niece Leela, actually eat up my postcards to avoid any nausea to the garbage man.
On my visit to the Hellfire pass memorial yesterday, I came across the postcards that the allied prisoners Of War were allowed to send across to their families. This was an actual postcard send by an allied POW. There were four pieces of paper kept in the display. The first was this postcard.
The second was a letter by the war records dept to the chaps house saying that they had received a letter from the Pvt and that he was in Camp No 2 in Japanese custody.
The third was a letter from the war dept to the family saying that they sincerely regretted to inform them that George had died in Japanese captivity.
The fourth piece was a commendation for George from the australian govt that he died heroically and that his sacrifice would not be forgotten.
As I looked at the postcard, I was simply stunned at the sort of thoughts that must be passing through the person writing and receiving such a card.
I cried.
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