Dunkirk h.s.

10. The Pilot

A/N: What's up my Wattpadders!!!! (that sounded cooler in my head) Just saw Dunkirk and I loved it. I was on the edge of my seat the whole time. If you saw it, share what you liked!! Anyway let's get to it~>

January 28th, 1940

Harry's pov

"We're at Romney Sands Station," Liam said to us as we sat waiting for instructions.

"Wait so we're not right outside of France?" Zayn asked.

"Of course not mate," Liam laughed. "We'd have to go by ship or parachute over."

"Parachute?" Niall asked. "That's like a 50/50 chance of survival."

"Slimmer than that." I added.

"Not helping!" Niall whined.

"I mean it was pretty risky trip on the train here too. Could of been bombed-"

"I'm good!" Niall cut me off and I rolled my eyes.

"So what's your story Liam?" I asked.

"Eh don't really have an interesting one I guess," he said. "Grew up in Wolverhampton. Parents divorced. Wanted to be a firefighter. Love singing-"

"Singing?" Zayn laughed.

"What?" Liam asked.

"Never would of taken such a broad bloke like you to sing and dance and shit."

"Don't act too innocent yourself Zayn," Niall spoke up, "I'm pretty sure I've heard you sing a few lines in the shower."

"You little shit!"

"Oi shut the hell up you screeching little twats!" Someone shouted. The guy looked to be a Captain. "You men are gonna take these Jeeps all the way to the border. There should be a port there and you'll find yourself upon a ship to France where you'll get even more instructions."

I could hear the Jeeps engine revving up. To get to the coast would take hours-maybe a days trip too.

I just wanted to get in and feel the heavy metal of a rifle in my hands. I want an adrenaline rush that could last me for hours.

But of course I first have to wait.

January 29th, 1940

I knew that we were there as soon as the sun showed a sliver of itself on the horizon. I could see the suns reflection off the water.

Though I was excited to get to France, I wasn't looking forward to the boat ride there. Never really ever trusted ships. Especially after the whole Titanic incident.

As the sun rose higher into the sky, I had a better view of my surroundings. I could see the docks from where we were in the jeep and I felt my heart flutter.

There were also runways all around us. Planes coming and going. Some looking fresh and refined, while others were littered in bullet holes.