Dunkirk 1940

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Sunday, July 18, 2019

Dover, England

Emma's Apartments

I search for my phone so I could call Marry-Jane to tell her to pick me up. I can't believe I am finally getting hired to be a doctor. Years of studying really did pay off. 

I put on a t~shirt and jeans because they have the uniforms at the clinic and did my hair and makeup to look like I take care of myself as well. 

I make myself some coffee and ran off to Marry-Jane's car. We try to prepare myself for some patients. Let's just say we over exaggerated every patient in our heads.

After the first day, I had to give injections to a couple of people and some to children. I only got bit once! I even changed someone's prescription because it was the right move for their heart condition.

Honestly, I did not mind this amazing day at all, though my finger did bleed a lot.

As I said goodbye to the receptionist taking out my phone to text Marry-Jane. I waited for thirty minutes. The sun has already set. The darker it got, the more I noticed a flashing light behind me.

I wanted to ignore it, but the flashing red light that was calling my name. I turn around to see a rectangular shaped object.

I slowly walked towards it, inspecting every inch of it. I pick it up admiring the shape. I couldn't feel my body anymore.

The only thing I could move where my eyes. I felt like I was in a trance. the light turned green blinding me. I drop the box hitting my foot. I lose my balance and trip over my own feet, hitting my head on the way down.

I feel a light push on my shoulder. I couldn't hear anything. I slowly opened my eyes to see an old African American Woman. the sunlight was hurting my eyes. I looked around me and noticed everyone was staring. And where wearing old raggedy clothing. How hard did I bump my head?

"Miss! Can you hear me?" She says. I make eye contact with her seeing the wrinkles and small glasses on her face.

She helps me up and guides me to a little shack. Everything looked as if I passed out at a history museum. She told me to sit down in a chair made of wood. I sit down feeling a piece of wood stab my thigh.

She brings me a hot cup of tea and a slice of bread. I gladly take it, "Where am I?" She brings me a blanket, "You must have hit your head hard dear, you're in Dover, England." I take a bite out of my bread, "In what year?" she comes up to me and touches my forehead, "Are you sick? Do you need to lay down?" I shake my head. 

She walks into the kitchen and wets a rag. She comes back to me and puts it behind my neck, "Does that feel better?" I nod my head as the cool water went down my back. "Ma'am, I was being serious. What year is it?"

"It's 1940 love." I choke on my tea. I cough as she hits my back to help me breathe. After my cough attack, I began to breathe again. She hit me so hard I burped, "Is the war still going on?" She goes into the kitchen and brings me a new cup of tea.

 "Yes, I'm afraid so. I was actually thinking to volunteer as nurse for the wounded." I looked at her, she was too old to go into a war zone like that. "Miss, not to be rude, but don't you think you don't have the age for that sort of thing?" She sighs and nods, "I know, My hands are not at steady as they use to be, but I can't just let those men die out there in Dunkirk." 

Oh no, she can't go there, she'll die. She takes my empty cup and washes it, "Miss, I think you should get some rest, and to change your clothing, It's not very ladylike to be wearing pants." I was about to go off on her, but again, this is the 1940s. 

I do as she says and change my clothing into something more appropriate for the time period. I walk out of the bathroom feeling very uncomfortable. Their underwear feels like I'm wearing pants alone, with a nice breeze to cool off my lower parts.

How did people always where these? "Ma'am? Could I please excuse myself to get some fresh air?" She looks at me with her glasses on, "Of course, just don't leave on me." 

I walk out and see the world around me. Kids playing outside, flowers all over the place, this place seems so much happier. I find a newspaper on the ground and read it.

July 18, 1940

Dover, England

Volunteers for Dunkirk Nurses will be picked up tomorrow at 5 am at the docks. Volunteer at your own risk. 

I felt light headed, I was actually in the year 1940. And It's a world war two. It can't be, I must be asleep. I pinched myself, nothing. I pinched myself with nails. I wasn't asleep, this is real. I can't feel my legs. My heart is pounding too loud. I can't hear anything.

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