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My name is James Henderson and this is a story that has been passed down through my family, from my Great Grandfather.

He was driving a large truck with an anti tank gun on the back through France. They drove around a corner and there was the Jerrys as he called them. My great grandfather rushed to get the anti tank gun but wasn鈥檛 quick enough and the Jerrys blew them up. The explosion catapulted him into a tree and he was left unconcious for three days. He was eventually cut down by French nuns and was taken to their nearby hospital. It wasn鈥檛 really a hospital as they had no medicine or bandages and the nuns had to rip the underskirts to use as bandages. All the rest of his friends from the truck had been killed. He had gangreen in his left buttock. All he had was sweet tea to drink as the Germans had taken all of the supplies. The nuns had to evacuate the hospital as they heard it would be bombed. They had to go to hospital ships. There were also a lot of little boats which were carrying people back to Dunkirk. There were thousands of soldiers on the beaches crawling on their hands and knees. My Grandad found an old brush and used it as a crutch. While he was doing this the German planes were flying around dropping fuel and then lighting it to burn the British troops. My Grandad eventually got on the hospital boat. It then took him back to England and he was taken to a military hospital in Hampshire. He had to have a lot of surgery and it was unlikely he would pull through but because he had no drugs alcohol he did. He returned home to his wife and children in Liverpool about 3 months later.

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