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We smoked a cigarette and I studied by map to see if there was any chance of getting to Dunkirk that night.  The road was interesting.  Some German prisoners went by with wheel barrows and various implements of toil, guarded by French soldiers.  They looked cheerful and I wanted to speak to them, but lucky I refrained.  A peasant woman told me the Germans had been there - yes passed by that very road, but did no harm.  Suddenly a tremendous shell exploded.  It seemed awfully natural ^[[and just what we had been expecting]] [[strikethrough]] and [[/strikethrough]] we all looked up, following Champoiseau's lead.  Nothing to be seen.  A peasant told us the ^[[French]] were practicing.

When the others came back it seems I had had a narrow escape.  While they were at Headquarters an officer had come in and reported a woman in a military car in the road, studying a map.  Here might have been an adventure.  But that opportunity was lost by an explanation from Mr Bacon?