Shortly after the war, Kjell Harmers wrote to those members of the crew whose contact information he had.

Bergen, 25th October 1945

Dear Friend:

I hope you excuse my writing to you so late, but I could not get your address before.

All of us who visited and took care of you when you stayed in Little Canada are alive. Maybe you now are interested to know our right names. Here they are:

Sigvalds name is Haldor Øvridales, Reats name is Rolf Olsen, Hanns name is Gnaf Dyngeland and my own name is Kjell Harmens and my address Ulriksdatsven 27, Bergen, Norway.

Some days after you had left us we heard that you were safe over in England and we were glad to hear that the little operation had succeeded.

But some weeks afterwards the Gestapo had a great raid at Øs, about 9 Eng. miles from Little Canada. They came in the morning and took the persons they saw, tied them and threw them down beside the road, about 50 - 60 persons in all. In the evening they put all the prisoners into cars and set off to Bergen.

During the next fourteen days they released 48, but the others had to stay in prison. One of them was kicked to death, the others too were kicked but they are alive. Unfortunately, the Gestapo had found some of our stocks and afterwards they sent 1000 marines to look in the mountains for members of the home forces whom they thought were lying there. They burned two of our cottages but found nothing else.

Two days before this happened, I got an order to leave Lønningdal and take to Fauer to an address there. But at this new place it was not very exciting. I could not go out during the day and if someone came to visit the family, I had to hide in the kitchen, the pantry or another room.

Here I stayed for half a year and only after the end of the war the next door neighbour got news that I had been living there. My adoptive father (I called him so) was our company chief and his eldest son was also in the home forces.

At 3 o'clock on the 8th of May we received order of mobilization. We assembled the whole company Fl (120 men), took our weapons, went into buses and took into Bergen. Our headquarter was established in one of the schools for the first three weeks, afterwards they moved over to another building in the City.

I don't think you can understand our feelings now, staying on duty in our own streets, in our Country. Lights all over, no darkened windows. Then we forgot all the months lying in the mountains, hunted by the Germans and the N.S. Everything was beautiful. We were free, free from a five years occupation, Gestapo and the Quislings..

Now we have to work and build up again everything which the Germans have destroyed.

I hope you will write to me and tell how you are. Don't forget to send a photo of yourself.

I send this letter to three of you because your addresses were so indistinct. So I hope that at least one of them will reach its destination. You must of course give my compliments to the others.

Your friend

Kjell

I enclose a photo from Little Canada.

Note that the following is a typewritten transcription of Kjell's hand-written letter, and contains some errors arsing from the transcription. You can see the original letter here.