More Tales from Dunkirk

Bit by bit Private Robinson scanned the beach; it was like a living nightmare. The muddy sand, the smell of smoke and flesh, the sound of people singing and praying. It was all too much for him. Thoughts were flying through the Private’s head as a boiling sweat ran down him.

Then Private Robinson started walking, not going anywhere just walking. After a bit he found himself gazing at a group of soldiers singing hymns with their heads held up high. Just then a tear rolled down Private Robinson’s cheek, tickling him as it did. He knew there was no hope.

Before long Private Robinson started walking again, he felt like his body was deceiving him, like his blood had stopped. Finally a speck started to crawl across the ocean. Private Robinson could tell it was a boat,  “I…I…I’m going home!” he cried.  

By Elias (Yr6)