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After 'volunteering' for Army service in 1939, my father Ivor Bishop was sent to France, with 7th Field Ambulance, R. A. M. C. His macabre task was to remove identity discs from those killed - he had then to write to next of kin to tell them the terrible news. He saw many harrowing sights. When the time came to evacuate from France (with bloody, blistered feet)he grew weary of the march towards Dunkirk. He fell asleep in a derelict cottage - when he woke he went out to find all rifles aimed in his direction! "Don't shoot - it's Bishop!" someone shouted. He was saved - and after drawing straws, his luck held as he was one of the last eleven to be rescued - when the extra 'Little Ships' arrived - May 31st/June 1st, 1940. When he returned to barracks, after debriefing, he slept (without waking) for three days. When he woke his previously brown hair had turned permanently grey while he slept - at the age of thirty-three! My Mother learned that the Dunkirk Veteran's Association were giving commemorative medals to those British Soldiers involved. She applied and received one on my Dad's behalf along with 'La Ville de Dunkirque' Diploma - some ten years after he died in 1967. I have incorporated his story in a novel 'Waiting for Waves' - which I am in the process of forwarding to the 大象传媒, for consideration.

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