Dunkirk: To the Ones Left Behind
Have you ever been left behind? I was once. It’s quite comical, actually. My dad used to bring the whole family to the Oshksoh Airventure show in Wisconsin every summer. One year, when I was very little, I somehow got left behind at the bus stop while the whole rest of the family went on ahead to the flight line. I was a bit spacey as a child, running away with my imagination, off in my own little dream world. So I actually didn’t even notice that anything was amiss. I just played happily in a sand pile until I looked up and saw my father bounding off a bus and flying toward me in a panic. I remember him scooping me up and hugging me. It was only then that I figured out I’d been left behind.
And we get left behind in other ways too –left behind in school, at work, and in an ever changing and volatile political landscape. But let’s face it. No matter how painful it is to be left behind, we can always be grateful that it wasn’t at Dunkirk beach in 1940. Dunkirk, one of the British Army’s worst defeats but by the grace of God and Operation Dynamo, it turned into one of their finest hours.
Today, everyone knows the story of the over 300,000 troops rescued from their perilous situation at Dunkirk, thanks to the help of the British Navy. And the many brave and courageous British citizens who skippered everything that could float and hastened pace, sometimes under fire, towards the French beaches. And who can forget Churchill’s speech? We will fight them on the beaches. We will fight them in the streets. We will never surrender. My God. It’s the stuff that legends (and excellent Hollywood films) are made of.
But there’s a darker side of the story. A painful story inside the big story that gets… well, left behind sometimes. And that story is this: As the British Army languished on those rough, windy beaches and awaited either extermination or rescue, tens of thousands of soldiers, facing certain capture and quite likely death, fought grisly rearguard actions to help their brothers in arms get away safely. To keep hope alive for Britain and consequently, for the rest of the world. Despite being overlooked in many accounts of Dynamo, these people made the famous rescue possible.
People like the very unlucky members of the Royal Sussex Regiment – positioned around the French town of Caestre to hold off the Germans while the entire Allied front dissolved to pieces all around them. With their comrades beginning a chaotic retreat towards Dunkirk, these boys shot it out with a very aggressive enemy all through the last days of May. They endured heavy artillery fire, constant threats from the Luftwaffe, and combat that saw unprecedented death and destruction.
Sid Seal, a soldier of this unfortunate rearguard action wrote: “…It was pretty terrible. You were seeing chaps alongside you getting killed and you just thought, God, is it my turn next? It was a horrible thing to see chaps you’d known all your life get shot and killed or blown to pieces…” Bill Holmes, another member of the Royal Sussex, had his own terrible tales to tell: “We were tired from marching… We were in dugouts – two per trench. The time came to get our food. My mate asked me should he go or would I? You had to run, crawl and jump to reach the food. So I went. When I got back to the trench he [his mate] was dead, hit by a shell.”
By May 29th, the Royal Sussex had taken as much of a beating as they could handle, and they were ordered to withdrawal to Mont des Cats. But since this position was an exposed hilltop vulnerable to every kind of enemy fire, only more horror awaited them. As one officer put it – “There was very little chance of any cover and the situation was most unpleasant as the whole of the Mont des Cats was covered with troops.”
It’s a very polite way of saying that the situation was ripe for assault, and that came pretty quickly. Enemy artillery poured into the British positions, and then came a thirty minute air bombardment, followed in short order by mortar and tank fire. Soldiers scrambled for whatever cover they could while the guns tore them to shreds. After hours of onslaught, the regiment finally abandoned the hilltop, ordered to make their way to Dunkirk for evacuation, every man for himself. However, rescue efforts had been underway for days at the beaches, and ship space was growing scarce. Thousands of men from this regiment wouldn’t make it in time.
And they wouldn’t be the only ones. Rearguard regiments around the town of Wormhout, facing the wrath of the German SS divisions, also got left in a very perilous position. “We were the ones that stopped them from breaking through,” recalls Bert Evans, one survivor of the Wormhout fight. “And we suffered for it… We’d heard about the SS and we knew they didn’t take prisoners.” A reality that set the stage for a terrible battle, with an equally terrible conclusion. After the evacuation, and once the British divisions finally surrendered, vengeful SS guards rounded up the survivors of Evans’ division, part of the Warwickshire Regiment, and herded them into an open barn. While the roughly 80 soldiers jockeyed for position inside, the SS guards tossed in grenades. Then they opened fire in a total and complete massacre. Less than twenty men walked out of the melee with their lives.
Rearguard divisions who weren’t murdered outright by the Nazi armies had the terrible trials of capture and imprisonment to look forward to – some for a grueling five years until the war’s end. Like the Highlander Division, caught up in rearguard fighting in a tiny fishing village near Dieppe. As the German army lobbed shells at them and the entire town went up in flames, they got trapped among the detritus of war with the final ships of the evacuation unable to reach them. Standing there among the bodies of their comrades who died fighting, or trying to climb down the cliffs to the beaches, their only chance at survival was surrender. So they laid down their arms.
Prisoners like the Highlander Division, and the roughly 40,000 other soldiers of the BEF who faced capture, first had to endure the dreaded forced march, often times with minimal food or water, and after already being on their feet for days. Then German guards stuffed them into overcrowded cattle cars, in the most filthy conditions, for transport to camps in either Poland or Germany. Many did not survive the five year ordeal that lay ahead, and the ones that did certainly don’t recall it fondly. They were pressed into forced labor, under the abusive hands and pistols of their captors, and fed on starvation rations. They languished in these forsaken prison camps, exposed to the bitter elements, forgotten and alone, while their evacuated comrades were lauded as heroes back in Britain. A pill I imagine must have been a bitter one to swallow. By the time these soldiers, imprisoned for half a decade, finally tasted freedom, they were emaciated and demoralized. Many of them scarred for life.
And as awful as their trials proved to be, the rearguard divisions weren’t the only ones to miss the boats at Dunkirk. Whether it was a sheer act of bravery, a superhuman devotion to duty, or the dumb luck of drawing the short straw in at least one person’s case, countless medical personnel also stayed behind in Dunkirk to tend to the myriads of wounded – soldier and civilian alike.
And the wounded had certainly piled up. As the BEF marched towards Dunkirk and their uncertain fates, they faced all the perils of hell on the rapidly deteriorating roads of France. Some divisions spent multiple days in a row slugging it out with Germans, only to turn around and march for days on end, sometimes for more than twenty-four hours at a time. Roads became littered with the horrible debris of an army in shambles -burning tanks, destroyed vehicles, blasted up ammunition, dead horses, pillars of black smoke, and the bodies. So many bodies. Some alive, some not. Men dropped out of the ranks and collapsed on the road sides, simply unable to march on. Others took random shots from snipers. Others got blasted with stray artillery shells. And there were still German fighter planes flying around. Dangers stalked the retreating army at every turn, and men began to succumb to them one by one.
It created quite a backlog at mobile casualty clearing stations, like the one manned by Corporal Adams, who gives a stunning account of the mobile hospital units in the book “Dunkirk: Fight to the Last Man” (see “sources” below). Adams was stationed with the 11th Casualty Clearing Station as it moved about France, and when Dunkirk fell, his circumstances went from stressful to impossible. There were no beds and no sheets for the piles of wounded. Many of them wound up laying on the ground or under a leaky tent outdoors. Some were stuck in their ambulances for hours, if not longer. Operations were carried out in dark cellars with barely any light, while loose bombs and artillery shells rocked the foundations. Water supplies gave out in the middle of the ordeal. The only real tool medics had to ease the suffering was morphine shots, and even those had to be strictly rationed.
While the medical teams received evacuation orders along with the rest of the army (Adams would make it in time), not everyone would be able to go along. Every medical station had to leave behind a skeleton crew to tend to the wounded who were unable to make it to the boats. One medical orderly caught up in that decision was surgeon Philip Newman, working with the 12th Casualty Clearing Station. “New orders had arrived,” he recalled years later. “We were to pull out, but one medical officer and ten men were to stay behind for every 100 wounded… we gathered in the mess for the ballot. Of the 17 officers, three only were to stay, so my chances seemed quite rosy… The last four [names] were Herbert, Hewer, Williamson… and Newman [me]. I was 17th [the last name called].”
What luck. Despite how devastating it must have felt, knowing what certainly lay in store for him, Newman kept at his work until the eleventh hour, doing his best to stay upbeat about it. “I shall never forget those five hours before they went: trying to look efficient and ‘don’t carish,’ and everyone dreading to speak to me…. Eventually they went, and I was very glad to see them go.”
A heroic attitude shared by many, including the several female auxiliaries who also got left behind at Dunkirk. Brave women from all walks of life who found themselves stuck in France, nursing the wounded with either the elite nursing corps or the Voluntary Aid Detachments, shuttling people back and forth in the ambulance service, or keeping desperately needed communication lines open with the Auxiliary Territorial Service. Some of these women were evacuated days later via Cherbourg or other various Mediterranian ports they staggered towards with limited resources, often times under German fire. And some of these women stayed behind until the bitter fall of Paris all the way in mid-June, just barely making the last transports out of the country.
I can’t imagine the courage it must have taken to stay behind in a place like Dunkirk – whether voluntarily or not. To get up and keep going every day under such perils, when you could have gotten out if things shook out just a little bit different. I don’t know how any of those soldiers, men or women, had the fortitude to face such circumstances.
They deserve to be remembered, and perhaps we can honor their legacy by giving a thought to the people who are still being left behind today. Maybe not at Dunkirk with the beaches burning and the Nazis lurking about. But it’s becoming clearer and clearer that the system isn’t set up for everyone. Many people are slipping through the cracks. Left out and left behind, with few people willing to reach a hand out and help them. Or perhaps the opposite is true. A lot of people want to help, but they get lost in the fury of political back and forth and are therefore unable to.
Either way, people are being left behind to suffer, and we simply cannot sit back and watch any longer. Instead, we can all skipper anything that floats and hasten pace to their rescue. Just like taking 300,000 soldiers off a beach in France must haves seemed insurmountable, I know today’s problems do as well. But we can chip away at them piece by piece. One by one. We can donate more. Volunteer once in a while. We can educate ourselves. Or we can even do something as simple as spreading more kindness and compassion.
I think we live in a time when a lot of people are hurting. I don’t think anyone has really been spared the pain of a pandemic and the subsequent ripple effects through society, not to mention everything else going on. It is becoming more and more important to listen more and yell less. To heal and not divide. Even if your boat can only hold one or two people, it makes a difference. Especially if we gather a big enough armada. So grab your oars, ladies and gentlemen. It’s time to head to the beaches. And this time, no one stays behind.
Dunkirk: Fight to the Last Man – H. Sebag-Montefiore
Dunkirk: Retreat to Victory – Maj. Gen. J. Thompson
Dunkirk: The Men They Left Behind – S. Longden
“The Men Left Behind After Dunkirk” – BBC
“Dunkirk True Story: What Happened to the WWII Troops Left Behind” – TIME Magazine
All photos by M.B. Henry, taken in and around Dunkirk. For more from Europe, click here.
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Love your story and your analogy. Great work.
Thanks very much!
Amazing story. One I knew nothing about. The last paragraph was very powerful. Thank you for reminding us all what we are capable of doing under seemingly impossible circumstances.
Glad you enjoyed it
OMG….Count us in on October 8! We live in Suttons Bay and are a hop, skip and a jump from TC!
YAY!!!!! How exciting!!!!
Powerful and heartbreaking post, MB. You really bring history to life.
Thanks so much Dave!
What a great piece! Thanks for creating and sharing it.
Of course! 🙂 So glad you enjoyed it!
Great read MB. I recall some of the names you mentioned from other reads and stories, Bert Evans, Bill Holmes and those stories are horrible.
I was a child of my own imagination too but thankfully not left behind, always told to hurry up though 🙂
Hahaha yep I got a fair share of “hurry up!” when I was a kid too!
Wow, that was so well written. Is your book available in Canada?
So glad you enjoyed it, thanks much! I know it’s available in the UK but not sure about Canada – it’s on Kindle as well, if you are able to order that way.
Very moving story, MB. I actually have not read or watched the story of Dunkirk. I think “Saving Private Ryan” did me in for war movies!
The closing parts are really the key. Our ancestors endured so much and we need to realize when we have enough and plenty to share. Sometimes it can be difficult to know how to reach out. Sometimes it seems that some people might need help but don’t really want it. Tricky.
I’ve started on your book. Great read!
Yeah I hear you about “Saving Private Ryan.” That’s a rough one. They re-released it in the theater a few years back and I forgot just how hard that first half hour is! And yes, it’s a tough balancing act nowadays, but I think kindness will always be a good place to start!
Glad you’re enjoying the book so far!! Thanks so much for the support!
I like your vision of what sounds almost like a parallel universe and am trying to to work toward it, M.B., but the evil forces are putting forth their best (or rather worst) effort.
Yes… it’s a draining world right now. Sometimes it feels very hard to keep trying. But somehow we will, and somehow, we will get there.
I hope your optimism will be proven right.
Great read. I remember seeing the movie ‘ Dunkirk’ and felt more for those left behind to face death & suffering. In the present we need to see that such situations do not happen .
Completely agree <3 Thanks so much for reading and sharing your thoughts.
Thank you for bringing this humanity to your telling of this iconic story. You have portrayed more awful detail than Jackie and my fathers ever could: https://derrickjknight.com/2013/12/24/dunkirk/
What a great post – thanks so much for sharing it here! 🙂
Much appreciated, M. B.
Wonderful and poignant, great writing MB.
Thank you so much! 🙂
Amazing story. And very well written. Thank you for sharing!
Thank you for reading!
Sometimes I wonder when soldiers are facing a hard situation as those you mentioned, if they stayed because they had no choice, or if they had truly accepted the high possibility of death. Have you ever come across the account of a soldier who deserted because he/she, didn’t want to die?
I’ve heard about it here in the Middle East, soldiers who didn’t believe in the cause, or who’d rather flea with their family to another country, soldiers who refused to take orders and so on.
From what I read in this case, I think it was a bit of both. Some stayed behind by choice to keep helping in a crisis, others kind of got forced into it by bad luck or other circumstances. Then they just did their best with the hand they were dealt. While I didn’t come across desertion accounts of that nature for this particular article, I’m sure there were plenty, and I’ve come across those in many other accounts, from all different wars.
Well said, MB! I grew up in post-war London with tales of the bravery shown at Dunkirk by the soldiers and those who rescued them. This is such a well-written post and I particularly like the final sentiment.
I’m so glad you enjoyed it! Thanks so much for reading and sharing your thoughts.
A remarkable piece of history connected to the present.
One of my favorites of yours…no one left behind is as important today as it was at Dunkirk.
May we jump on board the boats of kindness and compassion with all oars. We need each other as we need truth and integrity.
<3 <3 I'm so glad the sentiment resonated with you. We can all help!
In a word: Inspiring!
Thanks so much!
A harrowing read but good to know the details of these heroic soldiers
So very glad you took the time to read it!
A painful story and very well written, M.B. War is hell.
Yes it is!! Thanks so much for reading!
Another good one, with quotable quotes!
Thanks very much!
This was a great read! I had always heard about Dunkirk but never thought about how the German forces were kept away while everyone was saved. Your account shows (again) that the real story is messier and more tragic.
<3 thank you so much! I'm very glad you took the time to read and that it taught you about the behind the scenes picture!
Beautifully written, MB, and thank you for shedding light so well on parts of the untold story. I also liked the way you related the ‘left behind’ theme to today. Excellent, thoughtful, read!
That is especially flattering coming from you, since you are such an expert in British history! Thank you so much, I’m very glad you enjoyed reading it
That is a heartfelt and beautifully written piece, MB. We need to come together in all these crises, not rage in our corners. My father in law was in the Gordon Highlanders, was captured in France, marched to Germany and then onto the dreaded Cattle Train to east Germany. He survived but with terrible memories.
Wow – your family has certainly been through a lot!
Wow M.B. what a powerful piece! I have to agree with JP, I have seen two movies on Dunkirk but they certainly didn’t cover what you have ,well done.
I might have mentioned it before but My dad was captured at Singapore and spent the rest of the war as a POW. I only mention this as one of your followers wondered about desertion, My dad only witnessed one and it happened to be by the company bullies who had caused the other guys so much grief.
Well you can imagine the hoots of derision and laughter as the high tailed it back to the rear! The strange thing is that they were never seen again, whether they weaseled there way onto one of the few ships that were able to get away from Singapore no one ever knew. I did comment on this as being pretty weak to which my dad said ” ‘Don’t judge until those bloody shell and bullets are flying around you!
Cheers mate, still waiting for my girls to get me you book!!
I’ve read so many accounts of the men/women who excel so much in training being unable to cope in the real thing. Your dad is right – one never knows how their body/mind will respond under fire. Thanks so much for sharing some of your family history here! I enjoyed learning about it
I can’t imagine what it would be like at Dunkirk, especially if you were left behind. Those people had a lot of grit.
I love how you concluded, with a call for all of us to be ready to help those stranded on the beaches – and leave no one behind.
I’m so glad you enjoyed it! And I agree about the grit – I don’t think I could ever measure up to that generation when it comes to courage and grit.
what a rousing call to rally MB, do hope ppl take it on board. You are so right that the gap between haves and have nots is broadening daily. We must do all we can to help each other stay afloat!
My great uncle was one of those POWS, his stories still burn deep!
Yes – we really must focus on taking better care of each other. It’s needed now more than ever! And I bet those stories indeed left a mark – I can’t imagine what it must have been like to go through that. Thanks so much for coming by and sharing your thoughts! <3
welcome MB, appreciate the reminder!
A heartfelt intro with a perfect blend of story and tribute.❤️
So glad you enjoyed it!