Dear Sir.
Some time ago you were interested oin the bodies of Shingle Street. I have read in the E.A.D.T. magazine, that a book has been written- The Myth of the Burning Bodies. This is no myth.
Mr. Burrows lived at Bawdsey in a bungalow with garden reaching to the top of cliff. He could over look the beach. He cycled to Debenham on a hot morning terribly upset. He told my dad & I about the evening and early morning, of what he had seen, but was told by an officer to keep quiet because there was a war on. My dad & I kept the secret until now. I shall never forget a tough engine driver in tears.
Yours sincerely
Mrs M. Dolby

Dear Sir.
Thank you for your letter and contents, I was worried about writing to you. As I previously told you that Mr Burrows cycled to Debenham at the morning of beach bodies. In broad Suffolk, this is what he said;
"I got home a bit late last night and had my tea. I looked outside, could see a fire burning. Walking down the bottom of the garden, the sea was alight. I felt really frightened. I stayed watching a long time, then went to bed.I couldn't rest so got up early this morning went to have a look. There were bodies laying on the beach as far as I could see. I walked along the road, could hear people talking. Soldiers were loading up bodies on lorries. An officer sort of bloke saw me, asked me what I was doing. I said I live here. Remember you haven't seen anything. Keep quiet- remember there's a war on. Feeling upset, I thought I must tell someone, so I thought of you Malcolm, knowing I could trust you."
I never heard my father speak about it, we promised we would not mention what he told us. But after reading the myth of the bodies on the beach, I broke my promise. This is the truth what I have written, I am now 85 years old. I think the story should be told.
Yours sincerely,
Marion Bloomfield Dolby
PP Malcolm Bloomfield