Pitcher, Matt

My father, Matt Pitcher was captured on Crete and ended up in Stalag 8b, after hiding in the hills with the Partisans for about 9 months. I was wondering if anyone remembers him. He did the six hundred mile march with a bloke named Ham Monk. He didn’t talk about it much – can’t say I blame him. He did say, though, that the Commandant’s dog tasted alright.

Received: May 2005
From: Tom Pitcher
On behalf of: Matt Pitcher