My hero

My grandfather always told me about the time he spent at dunkirk waiting to be rescued from the beaches.The hell it must have been he said the days where like years never nowing wheather you were going to live or die and when it was your turn to get on the ship everybody just rushed and nearly sunk the smaller boats.Then the plains he said they where like vultures praying on the week sinking ships killing a lot of men.Then as it was his turn to get aboard the ship he was shot in the head the bullet passed through his helmet and out the side of his head lucky for my granfather that he lived.He has passed away now and god bless him but i will always rember what he told me and the things that he had to do to stay alive.I love you grandad and thank you for what you did for us in WW2

© Copyright of content contributed to this Archive rests with the author. Find out how you can use this.