June 3, 1940
June 3, 1940June 3, 1940Just after midnight, the Henrietta made one final trip to the beaches of France. Seven hundred men in more than twenty-four voyages had traveled from France to Dover aboard the Henrietta. It felt like so many, and yet so few. The once-shiny decks of the Henrietta were now covered in sand, dirt, and blood. The cabin walls were lined with punctures from machine-g*n fire. During the day, the light had cut through the bullet holes, leaving shining paths through the dark cabin interiors. It had been eerie to see so many holes, knowing that each of these bullets could have found places in the bodies of men instead.
HenriettaHenriettaHenriettaHetty thought of all the men who’d survived the trip back. The endless procession of faces that had once seemed so di
