- Contributed by听
- ambervalley
- People in story:听
- Tom (George Thomas) Smith
- Location of story:听
- France
- Background to story:听
- Army
- Article ID:听
- A2799930
- Contributed on:听
- 01 July 2004
Me as a young army lad
While we fighting in France we weren't very well fed at all. We went into action poorly equipped. Instead of having the modern machine gun we had the old fashioned Lewis
gun.We had battle dress, a tin hat and a gas mask with army boots.While in barracks our food was quite good considering the war and we had jam roly poly and quite often a stew with vegetables. We took up our 'mess tins'(which were tins made of aluminium or tin in the earlier days) to collect our food form the cookhouse. When we were actually fighting you had to take what you could and sometimes we had to help yourself from houses which had been evacuated. Sometimes you would find chicken so you could collect the eggs and if we went in a farmhouse and there were any legs of pork hanging up we got it down ,lit a fire and cooked it how best we could.
After about several weeks we were driven back to Dunkirk and that's were hell was let loose as we couldn't go any farther than the sea. On the beach everyone was mixed up and we went crocodile fashion a small boat and then on to a fishing trawler and actually half way between England and France a German plane dropped a bomb and hit the stern of the ship and I don't know how many were killed but the boat managed to keep going and I survived as I was in the bow of the ship.
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