Listening to BC reading out this letter from WW2 made me feel sad about the lost art of letter writing. It was a form of expressing ourselves, of communicating that just doesn't seem to exist any more and that is a real shame.
I used to be a prolific letter writer when I was younger, before the days of the internet and still have a box of some that were sent to me which I dip into every now and again. There is one from my mum which is just so 'mum'. OK so it wouldn't end up in a book or with a famous actor reading it out but in reading her news and thoughts - including a firm opinion on Charlene's choice of boyfriend in Neighbours - it is like hearing her voice again.
I also have one from my father whom I disowned many, many years ago but have kept as curiosity, as a hint of relationship that never really was. It is a link to the past, all the letters are, that just don't exist in the same way in a modern format. You can't keep a box full of old text messages or Facebook conversations.