…I went out into the street,. The tired men were still standing there. A car approached. Everyone began shouting “put out those bloody lights”. A cross voice inside said “Is there an officer here”. I replied “yes”. “Who the hell are you” said the voice, even more crossly. “I am Colonel Lushington of the Kent Yeomanry, Who the hell are you”. I am Sir Alan Brooke, the Corps Commander, replied the voice. We spent a cold miserable night on the dunes.”
Next morning they were told to head to Bray, then told no, that was a mistake. I met another Brigadier and asked for orders. He replied “You are damned lucky to be here at all. What do you want orders for. Get out!”
“We packed in to an old French bus. We were all sick and tired. We marched to Dunkirk. The immensely long beaches were crowded with men, and ships waiting out to sea were being bombed by the Germans….”