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July 27, 2017

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My dad's granddad was an officer in one of the last groups off the beach at Dunkirk. He only ever told my dad two things about the experience. One was that he literally saw the first German troops appearing over the dunes as his boat pulled away; the other was that he was still (in the early 1970s) furious about the fact that he'd had to leave his handmade French racing bike on the beach and "that some German bastard is probably still riding around on it today".

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