dunkirk experience

this story is from a small notebook that was in a metal box that i found in my fathers belongings after he passed away, i will type it exactly as it is written, it is wrote in pencil on four pages, it was written in the form of a letter to my mother
who has passed away and myself.

My darling wife and son.
I am writing these few words from out of the trenches with bombs and shells dropping all round us maybe i shall get through it all to see you all again.
I pray to god every time the german fleet of bombers come over dropping their eggs of death and their artillery start with their shells and you never know when you are going to get yours, but i am thanking god who has pulled me through it all up to now.
For sixteen solid days and nights we have been like this getting nearer to the french coast bit by bit. Here are the bombers again now twenty or thirty of them they are like great big monsters flying about in the air looking for their next prey and if i get through all this i want to forget it all because it is horrible to think about, one does not understand while they have been in it.
Our job now is to protect the the men from the enemy while they get in the boats at dunkirk, good luck to them then when they have got across maybe it will be our turn to come across once again hoping to god our turn will come.
Now the order has come through to withdraw all our troops from this sector as the germans are attacking very heavy.
Well darling i shall have to continue this little story when i get some more time.
Well darling here we are again only at dunkirk this time we have just been wading
out to catch a boat but they are full so we shall
have to wait while tomorrow night and all the time bombs and shells are still dropping all over,
I cannot tell you what the beach looks like it has been a lovely place at some time but now it looks like a bloody battlefield dead and wounded lying all over big lorrys and gun all deserted and buildings all ablaze all along the front and still he keeps dropping bombs on them, catching the few that are trying to shelter from the shrapnel from the shells.
Now dear it is too dark to write any more but i will continue this story in the morning that is if he does not get us before then.

I HAVE TYPED THIS EXACTLY AS IT WAS WRITTEN.

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