The Daily Poem: Letters of the Dead'
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Your support makes all the difference.Douglas Street was born in 1915 to a Belgian mother and artist father. After studying at Hertford College, Oxford, he became a Senior Intelligence Officer and served in the British Expeditionary Force, and was involved in many special missions in Europe. This poem appears in Poems of the Second World War the Oasis selection (Everyman Classics, pounds 5.95), with editor-in-chief Victor Selwyn, in association with the Salamander Oasis Trust. This is the last in this week's series of Daily Poems from the Second World War.
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