This week we have been learning about the BEF’s evacuation from Dunkirk and so this week’s 100 word challenge is based around the idea of being trapped…
100 Word Challenge – “Trapped…”
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This week we have been learning about the BEF’s evacuation from Dunkirk and so this week’s 100 word challenge is based around the idea of being trapped…
The BEF had entered France to liberate it. Instead, they were driven back and eventually became trapped on a beach in Dunkirk. The troops had no cover and many French soldiers gave their lives defending the beach. ‘Little ships’ were asked to help rescue soldiers, as the water was too shallow to accommodate the naval destroyers. The men were constantly strafed by the Luftwaffe but couldn’t retreat, for fear of missing the boats. The troops had to leave behind lots of weapons, ammunition and AFVs. Ironically, they also left 20,000 French troops – who were defending them – to be taken prisoner.
Trapped. That’s what it seemed. We were stuck on a beach called Dunkirk and there didnt seem to be any escape. We waited for hours in wet sand, then the freezing water. Each of the soldiers was waiting for their turn to get on a boat, though it seemed like mine would never come. German planes constantly attacked us, trying to stop us getting home. I was not one of the unlucky ones killed. Luckily, my turn eventually came when a small fishing boat came with a brave fisherman on it. That was the end of my worst experience ever.
As we watched warily for help to come, our lives were at risk.
As we ducked down to dodge their bombs, our lives were at risk.
The Stuka were strafing bullets across the deserted beach, bouncing off the top of everyone’s helmets making a KLINK KLANK noise.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a minuscule silhouette at the edge of the horizon. Another one. And another. And another. As they emerged closer, I could see that the shape was somewhat a sort of boat. They were a fifth of a mile away. The Stuka swooped in… Pow!
As we were bobbing up and down in our little, old family boat, I saw for the first time what ‘war’ really was. Two sides fighting each other doing the worst but gladly doing the worst. Or at least that is what it seemed like to me not knowing what to expect when father told me we were going to Dunkirk. Right now, Luftwaffe aeroplanes are circling above us strafing the water and beaches with bullets. We’re getting in closer now, just close enough to rescue a few soldiers, not too close mind. We are heading bake home now. Home.
We waited, and waited. We waited until our legs went numb and we had beards of frost. Then, one came. A stuka came wailing out of the ominous, polluted clouds. “Get down!” a soldier screamed. “Scatter!” another yelled. For a moment I just stood there. I have to count myself lucky lucky, for if my friend Patrick hadn’t taken his life to save mine, I wouldn’t be waiting in the water for a boat. No not a boat, a spark of hope. I’m first in line. I see it now. My hope…
Trapped
As I’m stuck in this cage I feel devastated like there’s no tomorrow I sigh and look at my brother Anthony he tries to breath properly but might die. Suddenly the gate is blown up and someone pulls us out he gives us a gun and bam he kills one and gags the other. We find seven me coming at us with knifes Anthony shoots one then I kill one and we karate chop the others then shoot them. The guy take off his mask and says I’m James Mullen light a farmers son here to save you now.