From the Telegraph’s obituary of John Burrows, an intelligence officer who spent part of the war working at Bletchley Park: In August 1939 he married Enid Carter, an employee of the British Sugar Corporation, and a few weeks later, on the outbreak of war, he volunteered for the Intelligence Corps. “When I joined the Army, I was a teacher of modern languages,” he said. “I admitted to a working knowledge of German and was immediately posted to Singapore.” Relatedly, today’s paper also carries an obituary for Phyllis Thom, who, like my grandfather, spent most of the war in a Japanese POW camp: By 1944 death had become an everyday occurrence,