Foreword written by Vicki Sorensen
My father, Frank Sorensen, immigrated to Canada from Roskilde, Denmark with his family in August 1939. He volunteered in the Royal Canadian Air Force in March 1941 and trained to become a Spitfire fighter pilot. He was shot down while serving with RAF 232 Squadron, over Tunisia, in North Africa on April 11, 1943 and became a prisoner of war at Stalag Luft III. He was an active participant in the tunnel digging operations that was later known as The Great Escape.
After my father’s death February 5th, 2010, when he was 87, I came into possession of letters written by him to his parents during the war that they had saved and given back to him. Along with the letters were numerous photos and service record documents. There were 174 letters in total which start from C.O.T.C., 1940, #1 Manning Depot, #3 Initial Flying Training School, #2 Elementary Flying Training School, #11 Service Flying Training School; all in Canada in 1941 to #17 A.F.U. (Advanced Flying Unit) and #53 O.T.U. (Operational Training Unit) in England in 1942. Then, his service from 1942 in RCAF 403 Squadron, in England, transferring to RAF 232 Squadron in Scotland, then to North Africa. Numerous letters are from 1943 and 1944 from Stalag Luft III, and then a handful from 1945. There were only two short letters from the long march from Sagan to Lubeck – one in March letting his parents know he was still all right, and one in May when they had just been liberated.
September 23, 1945
On Leave
384 Earl Street, Kingston, Ontario
Dear Lilian and Dad;
As you see I’m still hanging around, waiting. After my 42 days leave I reported to Toronto. They could do nothing for us then so they told us to wait, to go home if we wished and wait for a recall. This I did and the 17.9 I reported again. I got cleared from Toronto (2 hours work running about getting signatures) and was posted to Lachine September 28 for medical and dental examination and the final discharge or in my case retirement, as they put it. I don’t think I’ll make university or college in any way or form this autumn and besides I’d like to go out and do a bit of rough work for a change. I discovered the other day that I’m entitled to both university education and the privilege of borrowing $6000 for either full time farming or a small holding in the outskirts of a town. The provisions laid down in the small holdings act state that you must have a good job and a steady income before they’ll grant you the loan. $2300 of it is written off by the government over a period of 10 or 25 years and you only pay back to the remaining $3700.
So if I take a BSA at O.A.C. (Ontario Agricultural College) and discover that I have no desire to enter industry or civil service, well then I can still take out the $6000 and start farming with a capital of $16,000. With an education and practical experience and $16,000 any fool could make good.
Talking to Mr. Wolff, he mentioned the fact that he was getting tired of playing about with bulls, boars and stallions (he’s in charge of artificial insemination at O.A.C.) and his ambition was to go farming for himself.
Regarding this small holding if one is not compelled to live on the place or if one could get around that somehow or even if I find that I would be living on this small holding we might be able to make something of it sometime in the not too distant future. Just a suggestion you know, worth considering when time comes.
I have collected all the unserviceable clocks in the house and got them going. The total of 6 alarm clocks are lined up on my table all ticking merrily some working over time and others working under time. I’m regulating them with the aid of my Omega wrist watch. Remember the little red alarm clock one I won in Roskilde 12-13 years ago, well she’s still doing fine.
So glad you like the leather bag. I couldn’t help stroking the leather myself. You didn’t mention the tobacco but I suppose it got through. I have plenty of it here which I bought on the boat. Reading through Lilian’s letter I noticed that you had mentioned the tobacco.
Dad’s of September 8th arrived today September 24. Yes my kit bag arrived alright. I inquired about it at Lachine and found that they had sent it on to Brome and the Brome people had sent it back to Kingston. The picture posts and Listener also arrived.
I wrote to Bedstemor yesterday. Must write to Holmgren too. I wonder how I could pay him back for those pots and pans he sent me.
Nothing has been received from Eric for some time. It’s about time he got out of that Kriegy mood. After all – he’s on the free side of the fence, I did tell him not to let the wire get him down. I don’t blame him – I guess I’d be good and truly browned off if I were in his shoes. One gets to the stage when one has omitted writing for so long that a long newsy letter is the only answer, but then one sits down to write that long newsy letter only to find its hopeless – one finds nothing interesting at all to write about. Yes I know how he feels I think I’ll let Mother finish this off.
Love to you both, Frank
September 30, 1945
On Leave
384 Earl Street, Kingston, Ontario
Dear Lilian and Dad;
I couldn’t think of a better way to inaugurate this room and study table than writing to you and telling you the news that I managed to enter Queen’s this autumn.
Because of the slight possibility of getting discharged before the fall term began, I had almost given up the idea of studying this winter. But when I finally got a date fixed with the discharge centre at Lachine for September 28, I decided to hand in my application for the pre-science course which is the first year combined arts and applied science course. I was accepted – reported at Lachine with a letter stating that I had been accepted at Queen’s, but all I found out there was that my documents had not arrived from Toronto. They told me to go back and start at Queen’s and they would wire me when they were ready for me.
So tomorrow October 1st I register and October 3rd I start taking lectures. Though I’ll miss 3 or 4 day lectures when I report, I can’t kick really after all – my fees are being paid, I get $60 a month while attending Queen’s and until I report I’m still drawing $8.50 a day. That’s not bad pay for going to a university. I could stand that all my life – right now I don’t mind if they do lose my documents and don’t find them till Christmas.
This first year arts is the course I should have taken the first time instead of first year Science. I applied for entry at O.A.C. (Ontario Agricultural College) but I never had a reply. Maybe they were filled up. At the end of a successful year I’ll have made up my mind whether I want to continue at Queen’s or go to O.A.C. If I don’t pass this year, which is equivalent to Dennis’s senior matric, I reckon that I just don’t deserve an education. It should be easy enough. Much easier than first year science. The math is more elementary, Chemistry and Physics is the same I think and so is English but I don’t have Surveying or Drafting, nor do I have to waste my time at C.O.T.C. and last but not least – I’m nearly 5 years older – what am I talking about, I am 5 years older. Gosh I feel ancient again. 5 years, I don’t believe it. I’ll go and ask Mother if I’m counting right. Yes, 5 years it is.
I was just trying to encourage Wilfred to learn Danish. He only understands a couple of sentences that’s all. I believe he’ll try.
Well Eric’s cheque came yesterday so he is still alive. I guess he lives from one drunk to the next. Can’t say that I blame him; but even in my worst periods of depression in Kriegy camp I never let a month go by without writing. Eric just couldn’t be more brassed off than I was so I don’t quite understand what’s wrong with him.
Today, October 1st, I registered at Queen’s’ spent most of the day at it. It was typical Kingston weather too, pouring with rain. I’m glad that I don’t have to go out looking for a room for there is such a shortage of rooms now that they are using RMC, the local aluminium plant, and the air force station as temporary arrangements for students. A number of women students have had to return home because they could find no rooms.
I bought all my books second hand from an ex-serviceman who was washed out from 1st year arts summer course. I paid $8.25 for them. Buying them new I might have paid $25 to $30 for them.
Your letters telling about Mrs. Stenstrup arrived today, October 2.
Lectures begin October 4 and I still have had no recall to Lachine.
Today is October 6th. Have spent a great deal of time at my desk brushing up on elementary math, etc. When I began studying I said as a joke that the kids would have to help me along, but tonight I found out that the joke was not so funny after all; for I took a very elementary math problem to one of the 1st year science students downstairs, but he couldn’t do it either so I remembered the joke, went downstairs to IE. She said “Why that’s easy enough” and it was, after I had it explained to me. I must have done it sometime years ago, but I can’t remember even having seen a problem like it before. Yes it’s going to be tough, but I’m fairly tough myself now. Studying is nothing to me anymore; I can sit at my desk all day long studying. If I don’t make it this time, it won’t be for lack of work.
Wif is making a perpetual motion affair, and he spends all day next door bedroom, trying to make it go. The principle of his discovery is Haar rørs virkning*. I have forgotten the English term. Well, through very thin glass tubes which he draws out himself, water is sucked up to such a level that a bent glass pipe siphons the elevated water back where it came from. He has thought it out well and thoroughly, he has even taken into consideration that the water will evaporate by placing it in an airtight container. However it is still in the experimental stage but I’ll keep you posted on any further developments that “may” take place.
For exercise I do some swimming and I have started throwing the discus about again. The University record for discus is 109.7 feet and in Kriegy camp I used to throw around 100 feet so I see no reason why I should not try to improve the record, if not this year then later. Makes life more interesting. I wonder what I can do with a javelin. I’m a little light for shot put. The gym, has not opened yet so I have not been up there yet.
I’ll let this go now. Hope Lilian can get pensioned off at 55. I’ll just have taken my degree by then.
Love to you both, Frank
*hair tube effect is direct translation – he is meaning capillary action
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