My uncle Roy was one of those at Dunkirk, he served with the Royal Horse Artillery fighting a rear guard action until they ran out of ammunition, then the guns were spiked and gun crews made their way to the beach.
My uncle Roy was one of the last ones off the beach, being strafed and bombed must have been a nightmare. To cut a long story short he was suffering from an extreme case of what is today called PTSD. My dad visited him in hospital and walked past his bed, he didn't recognise his own brother. He was declared unfit and never served again.
Years later in 1968-1969 when the Battle of Britain was being filmed, seeing German aircraft fling along the River Thames affected him enormously..
Thankfully he survived his ordeal
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