(I noticed some brooding, over this thread's death, so lets hurry up and end it.) The Frenchmen fled INTO the woods, watching as the British stragglers behind them were engulfed in gun fire. "This is mad sir!" yelled Dugal. "This is war Jean screamed as the French charged ever onward hoping to find a way through the beach head. They finally reached the crest of a hil, and as they listened to gunfire and explosions all around they noticed it... "SIR! The ships, they must be the last!" "Come Frenchy boys, this way!" The Frenchmen noticed some British troopers in a foxhole whose message Dugal quickly translated. Dugal then indicatd there wounds. "You best hurry then, these will be more than likely the last boats." Dugal asked, "Are you not coming?" "No, no we will stay here and help hold the lines, it's fellas like you Frenchmen who need to ge out, so the people figure that the French failed us. We, well we will be missed, but if we are hard pressed we shall surrender." "You mean?" "Move! The stukas could show up at any point and turn that beach into a slaughterhouse! NOW RUN!" "Well, farewell and goodluck." "Goodluck to you too." Dugal indicated that the Frenchmen should run and so they did. They managed to reach the shore where many people were trying to get onto some smalll boats. In the background gunfire could be heard closer, which made all the soldiers ready to leave even more uneasy. Jean noticed a tugboat coming in which many of the others had yet to notice. He then yelled to move to the tugboat in French, and so it was that they moved into the shallows and were brought aboard the ship. Meanwhile a flood of British followed, soon filling up the tug. The boat, after being loaded probably beyond its capacity then traveled to Britain. As, they left the shore of Dunkirk Jean looked for what he hoped would not be his last look of France, "Glorious mother France", he muttered to himself,"We shall be back." The tug continued on its journey across England's moat, and the sounds of war got slightly duller as the shore got more distant, nonetheless far from shore the sounds of a new war emnated. The cry of the Stuka, the chatter of the automatic gun, the roar of cannon fire from tank or artillery. That was Dunkirk...