my fathers dunkierk

my father was a sapper in the royal enginers in france. He had jioned the army as a regular in the thirties, becaues there where no jobs to be had. He was stationed at the magino line in 1940 and when the germans started to in vade france, he was had to march for three weeks across France to get to Dunkerik in that time he never took off his boots, though he never told us much about what happend on the beaches at dunkeirk. We doe know that he was in the thick of it and believe that he saw alot of his friend s die. We have an idea that he was a long time on the beach. For at one time he was wading out to one of the steam ships and saw a bomb go down its funnelland exploed. Some how he made it back to England. However when he made it back to England he could not take his boots of for his feet had swollen up and the doctors had to cut his boots off his feet. He suffered for the rest of hislif with bad feet, and spent the rest of the war in gabralta as a stoker in a power station there.

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