Left (Kpl. Frits Willems, Male, 19)

I needed to regroup with the main army in France. Once I get there I can figure out where we go from here. I was alone, my entire unit had been killed or captured when the blitzkrieg crossed the border. Most of my fellow Dutchmen had been captured in the retreat.

The battle was chaotic. The Wehrmacht broke through our right flank so we retreated to the artillery line. We set up a mediocre defense, but we were flanked on both sides and it turned into a rout. In the confusion someone yelled retreat, so we did. A lot of men died. It was almost random. Young, old, short, tall, smart, dumb no one was safe. I wondered if in the chaos, the wrong men had died. Men with bright futures and families at home. When I think of myself, I think perhaps the wrong men survived as well.

Enough thinking, I decided to head to Dunkirk. I could link with the BEF and figure out what had happened to the rest of the Dutch Army. However, now it seems late I should...