The last letter

It's ten years today since my father died. It's hard to believe it's been so long. After the first few years I stopped thinking "I must remember to tell Tom that next time we speak," although I still think "Tom would have loved that, I wish I could tell him," and probably will all my life.

Anyway, this seems like the right time to post the last of the letters he wrote to his brother during the war:

( On leave in Palestine )