We were not ready, none of us
for what we were about to see or experience
from retreating away from the horror of Dunkirk.
In our British uniforms
we were looked at as heroes of the day.
Untrained fully, we were anything but.
We were prepared for the phony war
that our superiors said we were walking into
but the war we saw against us was clear
and planned by the German's concisely.
We were kids that needed a place
to be able to go to and leave our poor existence.
That was the only reason
the majority of us marching men were here.
Dunkirk opened all of our eyes
to the grotesque nature of war.
Germany troops were prepared
for every move we and our French brothers made.
Retreat and evacuation was the only choice.
Such a decision turned us all
into self-preserving animals.
After the Belgium's surrendered
our countries knew victory was not possible.
Running away through their bodies
that would be buried there.
The dead lined along a perimeter.
They were to defend but ultimately could not.
Close to half a million of us escaped
the pressures of the enemy
and the waters of our boats.
A third of our vessels were sunk,
tears were added to the floating soldiers.
We turned on each other to survive,
friendly infantries struck one another
for the safe passage home.
Men taken away by a friendly hand.
We became Neanderthals
that only cared about our own life.
Not our brothers, they became our enemies.
Falling victim to the horror of leaving Dunkirk.
September 3, 2017
© Andrew Scott - Just A Maritime Boy 2017