Dedicated to William T. H. Morris. When William’s submarine H.M.S. Saracen was sunk in August 1943 off Corsica, he became a prisoner of war in Italy, and later, following an unsuccessful escape attempt, in Germany. Personal log books were kindly distributed to the prisoners by the Young Men’s Christian Association to provide them with a means of recording their wartime experiences. The following pages are excerpts from the log book which William kept during his captivity and are a vivid reminder of his love for his country, his freedom and most of all, his family.
New posts every Friday until the logbook has been posted in it’s entirety. Click on images to enlarge. Use the links at the bottom to navigate backwards or forwards through the pages.
-Jerm, the Curator
Some Sense ??
Just a little cradle,
Just a little child,
Just a few, fast fleeting years,
Then a boy so wild,
Soon he reaches manhood,
Then comes on old age,
Thus we have the journey from
The cradle to the grave.
Some Nonsense ????
You’re so beautiful, you’re like a rose,
I’m telling ya, an I’m a guy what knows,
Your eyes are like the shinin’ stars,
Dey remind me of my Ma’s,
I t’ink you’re a swell kind of a goil,
I bet a neck like yours never had a boil!
