World War Two veteran Harry Leigh-Dugmore remembers Dunkirk evacuation.

Memories from Dunkirk - “We were still soldiers by God”

77 years ago, Harry Leigh-Dugmore was evacuated from Dunkirk as part of Operation Dynamo. This is his remarkable story.

We were ill-prepared for the events of May 1940. Despite inventing the tank, which revolutionised warfare, our thinking and training were still too firmly based on the idea of two opposing armies in holes in the ground going bang-bang at each other. We invented the tank; the Germans used it.

Harry volunteered as a private in the Territorial Army.

Harry volunteered as a private in the Territorial Army. By the end of the War he'd reached the rank of Captain and after he'd been demobbed he became a Major in the Home Guard.

We spent the first eight months of the Second World War digging holes in the ground to extend the Maginot Line to the Channel coast. Then, when the Germans poured into Belgium, instead of sitting in those holes and going bang-bang when the Germans got there, we drove on through Belgium to meet them – to the welcome and temporary delight of the Belgians. But we could not hold them and started falling back.

A council of war

From somewhere near Louvain we began driving in convoy towards the Channel coast until the Military Police stopped us at a crossroads to allow movement the other way.

We had been given no information about where we were going other than to follow the vehicle in front. But, when we were allowed to continue we had no vehicle to follow. Looking backwards, I could see that I was in the leading vehicle of a convoy of two. When, after some time, we had not caught up with the vehicle we were originally following, we stopped for a council of war.

“‘Ou est le boche?’ I learned ‘Les boches sont la.’… Hence decision number one: “La” is not the way to go”

This revealed that we were a fighting unit comprising one Lance-Corporal and eight other ranks with a variety of small arms and assorted stores mounted on one 15 cwt truck and one Bren carrier. None of us had any idea where we were supposed to be going.

The other conclusion was that the Lance-corporal was in charge and was expected to do something about it. I was that lance-corporal: then a youngster of 20 summers, only two of which had happened since I was a schoolboy. The others were all older than me. 

Suddenly, without any warning or preparation, I was in charge of people who just happened to be there at the time.

Ou est le Boche?

Enquiring of a civilian at a nearby house, “Ou est le boche?” I learned “Les boches sont la.” “Combien de kilometres?” brought “Un, peut etre deux.” Hence decision number one: “La” is not the way to go and “maintenant” is the time to do it.

Harry and Marjorie married shortly after Harry was evacuated from Dunkirk.

Harry and Marjorie were engaged before he was sent to France. She had said she wouldn't marry him until the war was over but Dunkirk changed her mind. She decided she would rather be married and possibly widowed than never marry at all, so they tied the knot on 29 August 1940 at Aston Parish Church. This is the only remaining photo as the official photographer’s premises was bombed.

My recollections of the next two weeks or so are of a disconnected set of events.

One day we found a quartermaster’s truck that had been abandoned. None of us had had a bath or even a good wash for at least a week, so we stripped at the side of the road and re-dressed ourselves in brand new underclothes and shirts – wonderfully refreshing.

We helped ourselves, too, to his stock of bully beef and had a tin each to eat then and there. But even after about three days with nothing to eat we could not manage a whole tin each.

On a search such as ours you have to travel with your eyes and ears wide open. So we moved by day and laid up at night – in barns when possible – and got what information we could from other troops and from the locals, but not much because ignorance reigned supreme.

With no maps and no knowledge of the terrain we could often only take our direction from the refugees. They too were moving away from the Germans but sadly and forlornly and there was nothing we could do to help them.

Harry's cap badge from his first regiment, the Royal Warwickshires.

Harry still has the cap badge from his first regiment, the Royal Warwickshire Regiment.

At night, if we felt sufficiently clear of trouble, we took off our trousers and boots. One evening, though, I thought us less secure and gave an order that no boots nor clothes would be removed and that we would take it in turns to be on watch for an hour each so as to give the alarm if a swift departure seemed appropriate. The British soldier hates keeping his boots on when he is asleep but that particular night they all kept them on without a murmur.

Looking back, I see now that this was the point when I realised that I had come of age, as it were, and that my group had accepted that I was in charge and could make the decisions. I felt now that I had earned my stripe. By the time I married, three months later, I had three stripes and eventually three pips.

We found our battalion eventually but most of them didn’t know who I was, where I’d come from, or why I was there.

Evacuating from Dunkirk

We’d re-joined them only in time for the last leg to Dunkirk. There we stopped, not far inland, to dig in for a time to deal with any Germans who were too eager. My men had lost quite a lot of equipment but they still had their rifles and ammunition. We were still officially soldiers by God, but no Germans came before we handed over and went on to the beach.

 Harry’s medals from the Second World War.

Harry’s medals are from the Second World War, and one marking his post war service as a Special Constable.

There we queued for the best part of two days for boats coming to the mole. When German planes came over bombing and machine gunning we spread out as far as possible but sportingly returned as nearly as we could to our position in the queue.

As we were coming out on the Mole, we had some of the Guard’s regiments behind us. They looked almost as though they were on the parade ground.

On board the Maid of Orleans

Eventually we boarded the Maid of Orleans, in peacetime a cross-channel steamer but now it was pretty well standing room only. We sat on the deck for’ard around a pair of Lewis guns mounted on a stanchion and tended by a bombardier RA. We loaded his magazines with one tracer to every five ball to give the approved “hosepipe” effect. He brought down a Messerschmitt and we callously cheered as it crashed into the sea.

The Maid of Orleans rescued over 5,000 troops from Dunkirk before it was sunk.

The Maid of Orleans would rescue over 5,000 troops before it was sunk by a U-Boat as it returned to Dunkirk.

We cast off from the mole at 0600 and tied up at Dover at 0900 – a long trip to circumnavigate the minefields.

We got onto a train straight away and were off – to Aldershot, somebody thought – but I awoke at ten past midnight to find myself at Brecon in mid-Wales.

Dunkirk was a time when the British skill at improvising shone brilliantly: civilian as well as Naval vessels gathered from far and wide for the channel crossing; several hundred railway trains were produced and filled with troops at channel ports to be distributed throughout UK; barracks were ready to receive them, feed them and sleep them; women’s organisations manned railway platforms to provide food and drink as trains passed through.

And the final touch? Welsh pubs open on a Sunday, supplying beer and refusing to take payment for it.

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