With WWll waging across Europe, it was no wonder that allies were needed. Including those of the royal air force, such as Collins. He had promised to return to you, but that did little to ease the nagging gut feelings. War was messy and brutal, blood-filled and unfair. The paper did little to circulate information, and your letters either ended up missing or never responded to.

So when the Nazis invaded your side of the country, you had no choice but to flee. In hopes that you could see Collins again, a dear friend of yours. All you knew of his last whereabouts was that he was in Dunkirk, up in northern France. What you didn't know was that the Germans had the area surrounded or the soldiers being evacuated under Project Dynamo.