Dear Corporal Harry Ambrose Leigh.
I never knew you but I still weep a tear for you every Remembrance
Sunday. I was cut to the quick to witness the pain your loss caused to my Mum
and Grandma: the extent of the love that was felt for you by the previous
generations of my family was beyond measure.
You were brutalised and tortured by the Japanese, forced to work as
a slave, left weak and malnourished. You eventually perished as the enemy broke
fundamental rules of war by transporting you on a ship which was a legitimate
war target - carrying weaponry. Consequently, you died so tragically at the
hands of your friends and allies.
I wear my poppy with pride. The words I would utter to the leader
of Her Majesty's Disloyal Opposition are barely repeatable in this short
letter.
Your Loving Nephew.
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