Charles Le Goffic,
Dixmude: The epic of the French marines…
“ Night comes; we try to sleep, but in vain. It is very cold. We shiver in our trucks." But over the dunes, along which the train had been running since it left Boulogne, a patch of purple light appeared; then other fires twinkled, green and red, and the keen breath of the open sea made itself felt—Dunkirk. Here a surprise awaited the brigade: a change in the orders; it was not to turn out, but the trains were to go on "towards Belgium, towards the enemy," to Antwerp, in short.The men stamped with joy. They hung over the doors of the trucks, waving their caps in greeting to Belgian territory. ”
