Oh, Mum - darling Mum - I know it's hard for you. Listen - here's
the outline - quickly. I was shot down - just near Boulogne. They
caught me, and I was sent to a prison camp at Lyons ... I was there,
in the camp, until March, 194I - then I managed to escape with
three other chaps - that's a story in itself. Anyway, I was smuggled
to Gibraltar in a fishing-smack. I've been there ever since - training.
The R.A.F. Intelligence chaps on the Rock, knowing of course that
I'd been a W.T. operator and all that, put me to work on special stuff. There are factories being built secretly all over England - did you know that factories for the manufacture of receiving and transmitting sets - some of them so small that you can carry them in your handbag. It's wonderful - you'd never believe it.
A month ago they sent me with five others in a submarine. We were landed on the Western Isles. From there we worked our different ways down south. Already there are resistance groups working underground in all the big cities. I was passed from Thurso to Edinburgh - then Carlisle - then I was sent to Southport to contact my new relatives - that's Aunt Mona and dear old Uncle Frank
You'd love my Uncle Frank - he's wizard. From there I went to Manchester and Birmingham, and finally I arrived in London this morning - in a lorry! ….
It's for the Invasion, Mum. It's all being laid on now - it may be a year, or two or three years before it actually happens - but it's being planned: minutely planned down to the last detail - in America, Canada, Africa, Iceland, Greenland, all over the world the preparations are going ahead hour by hour, day by day. That's all the hope - don't you see? The hope that we're all working for and living for.
One day - one tremendous day that this country is invaded and set free again. That's what I've been sent here for, what hundreds of others are being sent here for - to organise communications - to prepare the ground.
Yes - it's the Beginning. The beginning for us, and the beginning of the end for them.