I went to the pictures yesterday. It was a showing of Dunkirk which I had almost certainly seen previously but I had to go.
David had had one of the little ships. She was called Wanda and had been sailed to rescue the men left stranded and under fire on the beach at Dunkirk.
David was the Commodore of this little society and spent both time and money keeping the battered ships sea worthy and remembered.
About the house are pictures of Wanda and photographs of my husband leading the fiftieth return to Dunkirk. He travelled with the Duke of Edinburgh and they threw the flowers into the water where men had died as prayers were said.
Part of his mission in life was to find any of the little ships, neglected or lost and restore them to their former glory.
He had been in the war and pictures of him in his uniform showed a handsome young officer.
He grew into an equally handsome old man.
On his death the Dunkirk Little Ship society sent a wreath which decorated his coffin as it was carried into the church.
Memories flooded back watching the film.
They were so brave those men...as were the men who rescued them. Long may they be honoured by us all.
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