大象传媒

As a thirteen year old school girl,along with other children, we were on a train bound for evacuation somewhere in the West Country, this was on 18th. June 1940. Along the line our train stopped in a small station, on the Londonbound track was another train, the windows were down to show that it was full of soldiers, uniforms muddy and faces dirty and tired. They were hungry and asked us if we had any food, evacuees were given a packet of Digestive Biscuits, a tin of Corned Beef and a tin of Condensed milk, we willingly handed the food over, although how they managed without tin openers I'll never know. The trains eventually went their separate ways, ours finishing in Cornwall and no doubt the soldiers ending somewhere in the home counties where they were helped. The memory of these men, who at a later date I discovered were survivors from Dunkirk, has remained with me for the rest of life. As children we did not realise what they had endured but now we know that it was all part of our Great Nation's determination not to succombe to tyranny.

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