I used to be a soldier, you know. I was part of the British Expeditionary Force in France in 1940 and 41. We got pushed back, right into the sea it would have been, only for those little boats at Dunkirk. We had to leave everything behind. Tanks, aircraft, guns... A shame we had to leave so much behind. Nearly everyone I fought with as well. All left behind. All blown-up or shot to pieces, lying in fields over there. They made graves for them afterwards with little white crosses, even though nobody really knew where they were buried. Or if they ever were buried. I was one of the lucky ones. Went through the whole thing with just a flesh wound in the leg.