"Some of my companions were reduced to boiled nettles and dandelion leaves. This will give you some idea of the state of hunger which existed. Some days we had no strength to do anything but just lie in bed"
My dad found a box of things that my grandfather, Major J S Holland, kept during the war, including various things such as his compass and maps.
The letter pictured is from my grandfather to my grandmother after he went missing in action and was a prisoner of war (we also still have a letter that my grandmother received to say he was missing in action). My grandmother was living in Glasgow. During this time when my grandmother didn’t know whether my grandfather was ok, her mother had a dream where she saw my grandfather walking across a river and said he was fine but that he was frustrated.
When he returned home he said this was true – he had indeed been frustrated as they had been promised that tanks would be arriving as reinforcements, but they never came – which is why they were captured.
Transcript:
Major J.S. Holland
Liberated P.O:W.
Friday 13/4/45.
Kath darling,
This is my first free letter to you for over five weeks and I don’t quite know what to say.
Darling I do love you very much – more than ever. I’ve been thinking about you day and night and my only worry was wondering if you knew I was safe or if you’ve had weeks of anxiety awaiting some news of me.
It is five weeks today since I became a P.O.W. It was no fault of my own that I got captured but it’s a long story which will keep until I can tell it to you. Ken Clancey was killed a few minutes before 10 o’clock on the 9th March. I thought the world of Ken and he is a big loss to the Battalion. Two of his brothers had already been killed. His parents are paying rather a big price.
I became a “guest” of the German government about 10 AM. on 9th March and Allied forces arrived at our camp at 9.30 AM. on 11th April.
Five weeks all but a day as a P.O.W. I have been very lucky but it has been an awful long five weeks.
It took about four days to reach my first P.O.W. camp – Dulag XIB where I stayed until last Friday when I was moved to Oflag 79. In this time I was given two postcards and two letter forms to send home. I felt doubtful if they would ever arrive.
Food was a bit difficult but we managed, and by the time I get home I’ll be back to normal again.
I don’t know how long it will be before we move from here. We have been warned to be ready tomorrow but it seems unlikely that we will move for a few days. I feel myself that I might be home in about two weeks – for 28 days leave. How does that appeal to you darling!
Up till now I have retained my rank but I believe that upon repatriation I will drop back to my substantive rank of Captain.
In the last few days I have been thinking how to spend our leave. How does the following appeal to you darling. A week at home – five days at the Enisdale [?] Brodick and then home for a few days. Follow this with a tour round the following places staying one or two nights in each – Drummond Arms, Crieff – Northern Hotel, Aberdeen – Elgin – Pitlochry – Perth and then home for the remainder of the leave. That is provided I get the leave.
How are the School authorities going to view your husband coming home for 28 days?
Darling the light is failing and I want to have this ready in case I get a sudden chance of mailing it. At the moment there are no mail facilities.
Saturday 14/4/45. – Darling I had a private bet that I would be liberated last Wednesday. The only reason I chose the day was because it was the 11th. I was thinking a lot about a certain little road above Helensburgh on that day. That is one other visit we have to make during my leave. Thank you darling for saying “Yes” four years ago.
For five weeks our main topic of conversation was food. Now it has arrived and I’ve had a recurrence of my old trouble – diarrhea. It’s rather painful to see so much food and be unable to partake. Believe it or not my stomach has contracted and very little food fills me up. Luckily I haven’t been long enough in the "bag" for the food or lack of it to have any serious effect.
Some of my companions were reduced to boiled nettles and dandelion leaves. This will give you some idea of the state of hunger which existed. Some days we had no strength to do anything but just lie in bed.
I’ve been to the Doctor for some powder and I should be back to normal in a short time.
There is still no news of our moving from here and I feel that it will be at least a week before we can start on our way home. The gates were opened today and I will make use of the opportunity to get outside the wire tomorrow. Things are not quite settled in the area yet and it is not considered safe for us to wander about far from the camp.
Sunday 15th. Another day without any definite news of a move but rumours of transport coming tomorrow night for the first 250. Also rumours that we are being flown back – which I don’t believe.
You would be at Church this morning darling. At least I thought of you then.
I went for a walk round the aerodrome this morning and to the outskirts of Brunswick this afternoon – profit of which is three eggs!
Nearly everyone has been ill now with the sudden change in the amount of food. Why the M.O. doesn’t make some attempt to control the food I don’t know. Some of the officers here should be on milk foods.
Last nights news (B.B.C.) stated that this camp had been liberated. Unfortunately you wouldn’t know my whereabouts so the information wouldn’t help you dear.
I sent a Postcard away on Friday and I hope you will get it in the next day or two.
I’ve been trying to write up a diary of my time as a P.O.W but it’s not progressing very well – I can’t settle down much.
Good night just now my darling. I think this may get home to you by a devious means – don’t ask how.
Give my love to Mother and Father.
All my love darling,
Jack
Tagged: Europe , PoW
Contributed by: Catriona Holland and Ian Holland
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