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When my uncle and his division were advancing through France the French were cheering and patting the sodiers on their backs shouting 'viva tommy' however when the same unit was pushed back towards the beaches with wounded men the French were spitting at the British troops accusing them of running away.
On the beach at Dunkirk my uncle dug into the sand dunes with 6 of his mates, german divebombers straffed the beach relentlessly, when my uncle stood up. all his friends were lying dead.
He stood for hours upon hours chest deep in freezing cold seas waiting to be picked up which he eventually was, he has never forgotten his friends - or the French.

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