Laurie looked into the tiny fire.  It had been lit to heat water for tea—perhaps unwisely, but shielded as best they could behind the wall of a farmhouse that had been shelled the day before.  This end of the roof remained intact; and they huddled in their blankets, sipping warmth.

Shadows flickered with the flames.

Would they make it to Dunkirk before the Panzers overran them?  The Germans were signatories to the Geneva Conventions; but they were also the ‘bloody Hun’ of Great War atrocities and Nazis to boot.

He heard the sound of engines overhead.  Ours or theirs?